As I set my circumcised penis head with her pussy hole and was going to shove it the doorbell rang. I jumped from her body and told her to open the do...r and I ran to the bathroom.When I returned, I saw my guest has returned. My temper grew hot upon him “kabab me haddi”. He didn’t get time to return? At last I disheartened. My plan had been ruined. The next day was the holiday, so I had to wait for more two days. My guest left my house on the Saturday. On the Sunday after returning from the. She lay back in bed, feeling warm and contented.Caroline usually returned to bed in the morning after Jonathon had left for the office.But she wasn't a lazy girl.She didn't go back to sleep.She went back to bed and played with her pussy.It had become something of a morning routine with her, loving morning orgasms as she did and seldom getting screwed by her husband at that time of the day. Sometimes Caroline felt a bit sheepish about masturbating, a little embarrassed. It didn't seem proper for. I told him to sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. He sat at the edge of the chair. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail. He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. He looked at me in anticipation. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house.About that stuff… I am not interested… (Then I thought… May be he has some special variety that looks sexy and could surprise my husband when he is back…), So I said, “ok I will look at. Wait!That would take me beyond the point of no return.I pull my hungry mouth off of his shaft and I work on his head with my lips and tongue. My right hand strokes his shaft, and my left cups his balls.I could do this all night I think to myself.I think I could do this again?... Am I liking this too much? Am I still straight?Something in the back of my mind asks why it matters.Something in the back of my mind says, "if it feels right, then do it".Suddenly, I taste something new on my tongue.It.