“What’s the score?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he replied. “I’m just killing time.” I looked for a wedding band. I’m not naïve eno...gh to know some married guys don’t wear their wedding band, so I decided to ask a few probative questions. “Trouble on the home front?” I asked. “No,” he replied, “I’m divorced.” “I see,” I replied. “Divorce is not easy, I know. I’ve been there.” So for the next thirty minutes and another drink, we exchanged stories about our exes. I was surprised at how easy that. Papa e mujhko kaha ki skirt upar karke baith jao…main baith gyi…ab papa meri gaand sehlane lage…skirt thodi si upar uthi to papa ko moot ki smell aayi…papa ne mujhse kaha ki bete yeh smell kaisi??..tumne apni skirt mein hi moot diya kya??..maine kaha nahi papa….andhere ki wajah se thoda peshab fail gya aur lag gya….ab papa ne mujhko kaha thoda teda hokar baitho main tumko khujli kar deta hoon….maine pucha kisse khujli karoge…papa ne meri gaand par chikoti marte huye kaha…kisse karwana chahti. ' She shrank back in shame and then leaned forward, opening her mouth and using her tongue to guide his cock into the wet cold. Her lips closed over the hot, taut skin and she eased his cock down her throat, taking him deep, using her tongue to slide the almost-melted ice cube along its length. He took a sharp breath through his teeth and then wound his fingers into her hair. With a hard thrust he went deeper making her gag and reach out to steady herself. 'Hands behind your back,' he said, she. First unbuttoning the satin blouse and placing it on the bed then, turning her skirt, unfastened it and slipped it down her long shapely legs and stepped out of it before placing that too on the bed.The satin slip was next. Taking the thin straps from her shoulders, she let the silky material slide down over her naked breasts. They were small and firm so sometimes she didn't wear a brassiere, and today was one of those days. She enjoyed the feel of the slip passing over her nipples on the way.