Both of us worked and in recent years it seems the demands of our jobs and our c***dren assured we had precious little time for each other.Our sex lif...? Well, pretty bland, once a week on weekends, sometimes not for two weeks, very vanilla... Used to be hot, often, lots of different positions, a little oral. Now... only missionary, hurry up, roll over, go to sleep. Still, I loved Deb and hoped she loved me too, but she didn't seem interested in sex anymore.Maybe she didn't find me sexually. I could now see it belonged to a man. Continuing to move his hand upward on my thigh, he reached his final destination–my crotch. Massaging my cock through the fabric of my pants, my cock was now responding to his touch.Instinctively I moved my body closer to his, my ass now rubbing against the bulge in his pants. Continuing to massage my cock through my pants during the bus ride, this stranger could now feel my entire 9? of hard meat.Suddenly, he started poking my asshole through the fabric of. Jin ho ne meri kahani padhi aur muje pail kia…….Ab me apni bat per aata hu, jese ki aap sab leg jan te hi hai, reena ke us ke gher per chale jane ke bad mu ek doosri chut dhoondh raha tha, anajli aunty jo bhabhi ki acchi frd hai, me apna poora dhyan ab un me laga ne laga, mene kafi bar bhabhi se kaha, lakin bhabhi aksar yeh kah ti thi me mene teri bat ki hai, kalin unka dever aur us ka frd se uski khoob chudai kar tehai, aur wo jaha jati hai lagbhag wo sath hi ho te hai,Mene kaha bhabhi kuch to. After a moment, she could feel moisture coating his smooth silky flesh. She raised her legs up behind her, almost touching his butt with her heels, and pressed her legs against Jake's sides.Now that she had more control over the angle of her body, she twitched her pelvis forward and was rewarded with Jake's wonderful cock almost 'popping' right into her hungry, wet pussy.The girl hanging on the stage was crying and begging to be released. The rope around her torso had finally begun to burn,.