’ It was a challenge to ignore the thoughts swimming through her head—how right it felt, supplicating to the mugger ... How much she’d enjoyed p...easuring him, putting his happiness before her own ... How sexy the idea was of throwing her career away and spending her days—and nights—finding men like him, rough, strong men, and fulfilling their every fantasy.She was tempted to sit back down on the bed and bring herself off once more, but she knew that she couldn’t. It was a slippery slope, and if. “Your wife’s crazy. Spit is spit. We have spit in our mouth’s all day long. So what’s the big deal if it’s yours or someone else’s. It’s generated in the same manner. In any case, spit tastes better than cum,” I said with a laugh, before adding, “Sex is all about exchanging body fluids, after all.”John’s face lit up at my revelation. Deciding to now go for broke, I quickly added, “If I could enjoy your incredible cock, I would happily drown in drool,” I said, echoing my lusty thoughts.“Are you. Both of us are not basically from Bangalore. We are from another district far away from Bangalore. Both of us got a good college in Bangalore after junior college, so we decided to join along with a few of our friends. I got into one college, and she got into another far away. So we didn’t always hang out. It was like once in 6 months or so.Years passed. When we entered the final year, she told me that she hadn’t enjoyed her life till now. It’s all boring. Later, we met a couple of times and. Firm full tits, a tummy domed just enough to pronounce her female, a full, firm butt, and a magnificent dragon tattooed on her shaved mons. Below that mons is a delightful patch of red brown hair that stretches down between her legs and along her full pussy lips. I do not recall what if anything I said. Mary had me speechless. She held the robe open as I stroked her mons and she told me about the dragon, showing me other dragon tattoos she had. Nor do I remember what Bill said. I do remember.