I write this story to help childless people. My English is not too good that’s why I write story in Urdu. Mari shadi ko 8yrs hogai thii lakin humara...koi child nahi thaaHum na bhut doctors ko cheack kar waya or woo sab dr ya hei khata tha ka sab kuch normal na means hum dono main koi problem nahi ha lakin us ka bawajood mara hubby muja pregnent nahi kar paa raha thaa, main family waloon ka tana sun sun kar tang ay chuki thee or hubby bhi divorce daynaa ka lia tayr thaa,or khata ka ager child na. That seemed to satisfy him. Seeing his milked-out cock and remembering how well he behaved today, I bent down at the waist and kissed the giant head. Despite the 12 cums he made that day, he began to stiffen. I looked on with astonishment at his rising cock. "I'm sorry, Mistress. Should I have stayed soft?" he asked, as though he disappointed me. "No, baby. That was the nicest compliment you could have paid me," I said to reassure him. "Now off to living room, I have a present. Hesitating only an instant, I fall into eating her — drawing my tongue between her lips, gathering her dew, as I stroke up to circle her clitoris. She responds energetically. Her thighs rubbing my cheeks; her love button, marvelously sensitive, is slowly engorging.With each successive sweep of my tongue, Monica’s vagina blossoms; her labia opening up, glistening pink and puffy. I can feel a subtle vibration beginning somewhere deep in her being, deep in her flesh. We are quiet, save. I just left a beautiful girl horny with no one to relieve her, and it’s not fair that I come home and make love right after.” Michelle got a little pouty after that and did her best to seduce me until I told her, “And besides that, I want you to be horny when you get to Mike’s house Friday night.” “Umm, good thinking, I can live with that.” Michelle and I wrapped our naked bodies around each other and eventually drifted off to sleep. Friday morning, Michelle told me that she was leaving.