I received a lot of love from all Indian sex stories fans. Some even send their erect cock pics as an honor to my story. All in all, I was much happy ...ith the way the story has come up. Not boring you further, I will continue the story.So Hammad brought me down and made me hear the love noises of my jiju and sister. Then he took me to the kitchen and started kissing my lips. He placed me on the kitchen shelf and opened the refrigerator and took out a box of ice cream. I was shell scared of. “Your pussy tastes so lovely, my dear. I haven’t tasted a pussy in so many years. My wife lost interest in sex years ago. Even when she was alive, she never let me do this for her. You taste like a sweet peach. I could lick you all day.” “You’re driving me wild. I never had my pussy licked so well. Fuck!” Mr. Smith licked my pussy for what seemed to be well over an hour. I came several times on his face. He didn’t seem to want to do anything else. It was like my pussy was his meal. He licked. That's why I wear yoga shorts all the time. I blurted out that the yoga shorts really make Jenn's ass and pussy lips look incredible. That sounds cool Jenn but my shorts are at home. She told Summer that she had a lot of shorts that don't really fit her anymore. We could go and have a look if you'd like. Summer told her ok. We need another shower first I told them. That shower for the most part was just a shower with a little playing around. I finished first and got out to dry off. Jenn told. “I’m heading back to town”….Mike I replied “Visiting or moving back?”….Shelly A barrage of texts flew back and forth and I learned that Mike and his wife Robin the couple we had become friends with that had moved to the next town over had split up. Mike said they were getting a divorce. I felt so bad for him. I always thought she kind of jerked him around a bit but who really knows what goes on behind closed doors. I tried to reassure Mike that things would work out for the best and tried to.