Gripped in his left hand was an angry, purple cock; slim, but surprisingly long. His fist was pumping up and down. He looked as if he could blow his l...ad at any moment. Tony was facing his battered Sony laptop, perched atop a small chest of drawers. On its screen a pretty blonde woman I recognised from photos as Kate. She was smiling, her eyes not looking at the camera, but down, clearly enjoying the display in front of her, watching her man working his cock for her so many miles away. "Stop. Hoito bhongakur rograssen noito anguli korchen. Amar dhon baba edike pajamar niche fusche. Onekdin kono meyer shad pai ni. Ekta bihit kortei hoi. Boudi’r snan sesh hote aro 5-6 minute laglo. Tarpore besh kaida kore gamcha diye dheke dheke kapor bodlalo. Forsha dudher bhaj ar pasar besh khanikta dekhar sujog holo. Ami tokhon mone mone thik kore fellam. Ajkei sujog, aj noito kokhono noi. Ami tara tari ghor theke beriye boudider bashar sodor dorjai jore jore dhakka dite laglam. “boudi, o boudi.. I have a good amount of money which I am getting through my business. So I don’t mind spending money on such cases for sex. One day I picked a girl from the Z.P. center to have fun. Even though I know that my wife and Sandhya are shopping in town I risked it as the girl I picked is too good to resist. A week after this incident happened, I came home for lunch. Sandhya was in my house and we both greeted casually.I went into my room. After having lunch I started to leave. My wife asked to drop. He could see the dark stain telling him of her arousal. He knelt down on the pillows, reached up and traced his finger along the edge of her panties. She gasped; he pressed his nose against the material and said, "You smell amazing." Thanks."He reached up, slid her panties down her legs, over her shoes, and into his pocket. He gazed at the curly blonde pubic hair that led to his favorite place. He could tell she kept it neatly trimmed, but not fully shaved and wondered if she did this for.