She laughed and said “kabhi kabhi karti hoon, par mujhe satisfaction nahi milta.” Then I said “masturbate karte time kya sochti hain”. She spo...e in blushing tone “yehi ki Aashu ke sath sex kar rahi hoon”. I felt that she has started liking this conversation, so I continued “ bhabhi aapne kabhi mere bare main nahi socha”?“No…”. She replied with bit of anger and laugh. “ To Phir aaj try karna,”. Again she replied No in same tone. “ Bhabhi sochne main kya hai? actually main to nahi kar rahe na, ho. I started blowing him really good. I was so turned on at this point that I took his cock all the way down and held my breath. I was frozen in ecstasy. I had a huge uncut cock in the back of my throat and my balls were being washed down a hot Puerto Rican's throat."Come on stud, get back on that hole and fill him up with your slimy spit. I wanna see that hole drip clean with your fucking saliva."The PR got back on my hole and started pushing spit into my hole. It felt so fucking cool. The tall. “I replayed the whole day a thousand times in my mind while I was in the shower. I was raised in a sexually conservative family. Except for that summer when I was 15 and the experiences I’ve shared with my husband, I am a novice . . . . well, I was until today. The things I did today are not things I would have ever dreamed I would do, but . . . .” she hesitated before completing her thought.“I really think I am ok with it. I mean, I’m not doing this for some gratuitous reason or some sort. I haven’t really looked at it that way. But it scares me to hear you talk this way,” Fiona said.“Why, what have I said that scares you?” I asked.“Nothing, absolutely nothing that would make me think that I don’t want to be with you. But, with the way you talk, I can see us getting closer and I...” she hesitated, “I have exactly one sexual encounter in my whole life. That was when I was twelve. I don’t know how to be intimate with someone.” She went quiet and looked out the window.I considered.