But I knew his wife was dead. It was as if somebody else was doing thetalking. Who is Vanessa?"I should say, my late wife," he said sadly. "She was...recently killed.Very recently." Oh, I am very sorry to hear that." I said it and strangely, I meantit. There was a look of such anguish in his face, but no sign of tears.The tears were almost coming out of my eyes. I had the weirdest thoughtthat if I got close enough to him, he might put his arms around me.That might help him, or me."It's. I got to stroke and run my fingers over the muscles of his chest and shoulders, and he got to play with my boobs. Definitely a win-win for both of us. I tried to picture what he was: wrestler, football player, something involving a lot of muscle. And he was solid, too; I really felt that as I edged in closer. And then my head spun. I was so aware of his whole presence, and that's when I knew I was being swept off my feet. But physically, not mentally. My body was in control, and the rest of me. In the process, my boobs were flopping all around. He was eyeballing them, as if he never seen boobs before in his life.“Well, judging by the look on your face, I'd say you really like my boobs?” I asked.“Yes, I do,” Adam replied.He leaned up a little, and took my boobs in his hands. He began licking both of my nipples slowly. Going back and forth, and every time he licked one of them, my pussy got a little wetter.“Damn, if I didn't know any better, I'd say I had you really turned on,” Adam. Maine usse uthhaya aur kuchh apne lund pe aur kuchh uski choot pe laga di. Ab Lund aasani se ander jaa sakta tha. Maine usse thoda dhakka maara aur woh thoda saa pahunch gya. Maine thoda thoda krke poora lund ander daal hi diya.Ab baari thi shots ki i mean Ghasson ki. Maine pehle toh ahista ahista se shuru kiya aur fir train ki tarah poori raftaar pakad li. Main usse chodne ka poora anand le raha tha aur sath hi mein uske Boobs bhi press kare jaa rha thaa. Hum logon ne kyi pose badle. Kabhi woh.