She was sucking my cock for only a few seconds now and I could already tell she was better than my ex wife.Hell, she was better at sucking my cock tha... any other girls I've ever been with.I finally got the courage to touch her, I ran the back of my fingers against her face lovingly, while she sucked my cock with lust and passion."You taste so fucking good Mikey!"She said, stroking my cock."And you're so good with your mouth, you'd think you did it all your life." I kinda did, I use to practice. Old Morey had swept and salted the steps clean from the latest snowfall so Boo and I stomped our boots carefully, shaking off the loose snow particles that happened to linger on them. The little bell that hung above the door tinkled out our arrivals aw we opened the huge old wooden door and Morey, looking up at us from his account book, peered at me with a scornful eye over the tip of his spectacles that perched precariously at the tip of his hooked nose. ‘G’day, Henry,’ he murmured. ‘G’day. I found bhabhi had come to ask if I had lunch. She was looking stunning. She was in in white t-shirt and black skirt. I came out of the dream world and said, “No bhabhi, ill have my lunch at dhaba” to which she requested me to come to her house and have the lunch. I agreed and locked my flat and went to hers. I had the lunch and then she asked me to sit for some time. We watched tv and did chit chats. Then she asked me for a help. She told me to get down the luggage kept on the upper shelf of. "She pulled my shirt out of my pants and started and was unbuttoning it without ever stopping kissing me. So I did the one thing I could and returned the favor and started pulling off her t-shirt. She broke the kiss and I thought she would be mad but she pulled her shirt off over her head and grabbed me and pulled me up. She pushed me against the wall and dropped to her knees, undoing my belt as she kneeled there.Her mother had gone down on me so many times, in so many places, but she had never.