Oh so gently. Less is more. Less pressure is more intense. Just run my finger up and down her clit. Feel her clit grow. Listen for moans. Dip my finge... again into her pussy. A bit deeper. More wetness. Slide my finger back up to her clit. Dip and clit. Up and down. A bit deeper every time. Listen to her moan, her breathing becoming faster and faster. Move my finger faster and faster. Climax! Feel her contract. And then. Eventually. My turn! Finally! Blow my load inside her mouth. Twitching in. Kartay ho na to muj sa be karo”, upon her indirect threats I surrendered and she just took her dress off and said once I will do and once you will do in your way.Reader what a body she was having, 36d breast bulging….and inviting a very hand some and magnetic ass, and a clean shaven choot and that too shining, and her cunt was visible without opening it like a butter fly over the rose… Then she asked me to remove my dress which I too do, till that time manimal in me was at its height and my 7. “Am I forgiven enough to rate an hour or two so we can talk?” she asked.“You rate as much time as you want. You’re single, I’m single, and aside from tying up a few loose ends here and needing to get home soon, I have no other obligations here,” I replied, brushing a lock of her hair that strayed across her face back behind her ear.That simple act brought back a flood of memories of times I’d done the same thing all those years ago. Bitsy’s real name was Janice Davies. Her family had moved into. I went from room to room, I eventually found her in the kitchen. I stood at the kitchen door and saw her surrounded by six men who were all trying to get a feel of her lovely body. She was quite drunk and either didn’t realise or didn’t care what was happening to her. She had hands all over her as the men all tried to get a grope of my lovely young bride. One guy started kissing her hard on the mouth and as he did two guys who were standing on either side of my wife, gently eased.