.Oh, God, I think I love this girl, I said to myself. I wanted to say it out loud, but I felt silly. I bit my lip instead.She threw her head back and ...ried out and collapsed.I dragged us back to the center of the bed. I was ready to lie next to her when she whispered…“Go down on me.”Damn, I thought.“Please,” she hissed, when I hesitated.I nodded and pecked and licked her young face. I kissed her skinny neck and her bony shoulders. I was happy to see those pert little nipples again and sucked on. They were begging to fuck you.”“Bullshit. How were you to know? You were gone with the latest big-dicked, muscle man as soon as we got there. Their wives were the leftovers, just as I was.”“It wasn’t like that,” she insisted, tears now rolling down her cheeks.“It was like that. Just like that — for years. You just didn’t have the time to sit down and discuss it with me.”“But we did. We talked about it frequently.”“Yep. You talked. I got to listen to how many orgasms your latest big dick had. Ritu and i had been happily married for about two years. Both of us were going to have our big 30th birthday before we left for Katmandu. Our birthdays were just two days apart and each year we tried to do something special and/or different to celebrate. One night, lying in bed, Ritu asked me what i would like to do for our birthday. I hesitated for a moment, then asked her if she really wanted to know what i was thinking about. When i told her that i had an idea mind. Ritu sat up in bed, her. Laying me on the coach her finger caressing my vagina slow. Massaging.. pullling, Twirling ..her fingers.. higher ,higher and deeper harder up my vagina. ‘ hush’ as the finger flick grew dark. Harder. Deeper. Locking her lips to me..suckling my vagina deepthroated me slowly.. tenderly.as she opened my legs wide,fondling my breast. And nipple..caressing between my legs. My Clint now wet. Munching on my vagina... licking...rubbing... deep long. .. Suckling me slowly..slowly..deeply. ..grazing.