The shower’s spray was directed at her nipples, making the sensation even more intense. The more she slid that fat pink toy in and out of her p...ssy, the more she wanted to cum. She turned the setting up again, leaving it on medium this time. Her pace quickened as she pushed it in as far as she could while still holding on. Occasionally, she stopped. Pulling it completely out, she would then give her swollen little pearl some attention. Each time she pulled the vibe away her clit throbbed. She. For the next hour or so the night continued with the banter and laughter and she looked at her watch. It was 10.45. As soon as the next round of drinks was fetched she said she was tired and told them she was going to her room. This was met by protest and request to stay longer but she declined, she also told her husband to stay for a while as he had a fresh drink. He looked at her and the drink then nodded and told her he would see her soon. This now gave her the time she needed. She walked as. Usi din wo zameen pe kichen ke bahr bethi thee apne bachon se khail rai thee aur phir us ki bachi us ki god me thee maine waisay hi bachi piyar karte hue apne hath us ke patoon pe rakh diye aur ab us ke garam patoon pe phairnay laga aur ahista ahistaa phairtaa gaya, wo mazay le rahi thee aur kuch nai bol rai thee chup chaap thee me hath ahistaa ahista pahair raha thaaa. Wo tangein philaaa kar bethi thee me ahistaa ahistaa us ke guthnon tak pohanch gaya mere sex ki wo shurwaat thee,Mera lun bi. She leaned over her lover, listening. Kimiko was in there still, somewhere. The ill-shapen breasts rose and fell, almost imperceptible, true, but they still rose and fell. Where does the soul go from its sodden clay form when one is no longer alive but not yet dead? Was it still conscious in there? Was it simply unable to communicate through such decaying corpus? Did the soul struggle to be heard? Did Kimiko see Mai’s agony? She called her lover’s name, she shook those thin shoulders, suddenly.