. kya mast lag rahe the… boobs ekdum gol gol …… I started to press them hard.. she started maoning and asked me to suck her boobs hard. I starte... sucking her right boob and with my other hand started to press her left nipple. She was in heaven. She said her husband never sucked her boobs as she was from a village and shy to tell her husband to suck her.Then when I was done with her boobs i started to suck her deep navel….. she was trembling in pleasure….and was saying ahhhhhhh aman yesssss plz. And frankly the tingle and flutters he was setting off in my lower belly were embarrassing, since they were making me wet.It had nothing to do with how he looked, or anything about his external self. Our brains are electrical and perhaps that was what was behind the instant physical chemistry. It was like we were resonating on the same frequency. Or maybe it was something subliminally biological. Or perhaps it was something mystical; what the Hindus call Kismet. Whatever it was, my subconscious. She loved me. Every year I gave her a Valentine Card in person. Every year she reacted as if I had given her something special, but they were only cheap basic cards. My words were the same each year, a reminder of how special Margaret was for me. The c***dren found it amusing when they were young, and endearing when they were old enough to appreciate how much their parents loved each other that a simple card could produce so much response.Of course I told her that I loved her many times every. “Umm,” she’d taken my cock in her hand and was stroking it as she waited for a response.“Frank,” I said, to which she gave me a look of someone who was wondering why someone in his early 30s would be called Frank.“Family name,” I said trying to save myself. “First son, all that stuff.”“Have we met before?”“No,” I said with a lift to my voice as she ran her free hand up my chest.“I give you Frank, about two minutes before you’ll be cumming down my dirty throat,” she cooed. “And if you do, you’ll.