Andafter all, I still have sexual needs to satisfy, so now who can blameme?Then one morning as I dressed myself for a session with Greg itoccurred to ...e that I wasn't being fair to my beloved husband. Nor tome as his wife -- I did miss the feel of his mouth ardent on my pussy,cleaning Greg's creamy juice out of me whenever I returned home from asession with that real man. I'd rid myself of concern for his penis,but I'd lost a great muff diver. An even greater weight of guiltdescended on my. Kavana got settled in her room unpacking her stuffs and gifts given by uncle to us. That is when I came to know why she was carrying so many luggages. There were lots of gifts like a jacket for me, sarees for mom and home made wine for dad and many more things. In couple of days she made herself comfortable with us and she was happy to stay with us. Mean while she started going to collage as her college was on the way to my college I used drop and pick her up. We started becoming very good. She expected me to crawl onto the table and fuck her. But instead I pulled up a barstool with a black leather seat and sat down. I was still fully dressed in black leather jacket, trousers and gloves, with my hard-on poking out from my fly, twitching with excitement. 'Come here,' I ordered.Kim crawled off the table and went over to the stool. Turning her back to me , She sat on my lap, guiding my long wide, hard cock into her pussy. She heard me grunting with pleasure as she slowly lowered. I asked her permission to leave, she insisted me on having breakfast, but I made some excuse and came out.I went home and masturbated twice thinking about her big milky boobs. Things had changed now, I wanted to get into her bed with her, I wanted to feel her heavenly body.The next 2 days I bunked tuitions, I told Shreya that I wasn’t well and wanted to rest at home.After 2 days when I went to her house, I saw a car in which a senior couple was waiting, they were Shreya’s parents.I was sad.