One night, I got a message from her “Call me. Asap”I began to wonder, was something wrong? Was she in trouble and something, I dialed her number a...d even before I could ask her what was wrong, she said in a breathless tone“I just wanted you to hear me cum for you rahul”, she panted. “I’m so wet. I am fingering myself, I am reading your recent story – my landlady mrs. Munir, I am imagining myself in her place, you’ve been fucking me over and over. I love it when you fuck me!”“Fuck me rahul. Fuck. .the erg to touch my dick and wishing a woman was next to me hammering my head as a slave would do everything and I watch you suck your master but to my disappear I see none sucking my cock...so long since I have had someone suck my dry cock!..so I have to touch it with my own hands and play with it myself.....I grab my phone and think to picture of me stroking my cock and playing with my head and email it to you......but a strike of lighting hit me.......why not send a tribute to you of me. I have collected a few double dildoes and extra long toys, and many times they will be completely inside me while I am dressed up in my women's clothes. This idea is a real turn on to me too, the idea of sex toys being held inside by the clothes of the wearer. Because it is summer and my adult children are home from college, many of my personal sessions occur in the shower, as that is the perfect area to clean up after a potentially messy anal session. I have never built up the patience to have. While this question runs through your head he reaches into your dress, brushing your nipple with a knowing smile and cups a breast. Softly squeezing it in his palm he rolls your now erect nipple in his fingers. You let out a moan. He always knows exactly what you like.Still caressing your breast, he leans in and begins a series of soft, nibbling kisses leading along your collarbone and up your neck, ending with a soft nip to your earlobe. This sends shudders through your body and you pull his.