Yes, I still loved men - but as I got older and more secure with my own sensuality, I desired a woman's touch. I certainly didn't want to give up men....I didn't even consider myself bi or even bi-curious. I just wanted - for once in my life - to feel another woman. My man had told me many times that one of his fantasies would be to watch me with another woman. He got hard just thinking of me squirming and moaning and groaning beneath a woman's touch. But we didn't act on these fantasies. Until. He could not find the typewriter.The lights in the hallway turned themselves off. He read the files by flashlight. The men were unshaven. One of them wore a black leather jacket. A stiff collar choked his neck. ‘Saheed Khan’ read the name followed by an address in Jordan. A brief family history was also included. This man was born and bred in the territories between the Jewish colony and Syria. He then immigrated to Jordan. The history did not mention any family moving with him.He delved deeper. Thap…..Thap….Thap….Thap ki awaz mujhe ache se sunai de rahi thi mummy ka chutad uske har jhatke se hil raha tha aur mummy aaaaa…Aaaaa….Aaaaa…..Aaaa….Uiiiii….Offfff……Offffff….Ouiiiii….Offffff…..Ouiiiii…Offffffff kar rahi thi mummy ki madhur siskariyo se jaise uske ander ke shiatan ko jaga diya tha vo meri mummy ki gandAur jor jor se marne laga vo jaise jaise mummy ki gand marta mummy utni tezi se chikti pure room me mummy ki chikh bed ke hilne ki awaz gunj rahi thi mera dost mummy ki gand. I was shocked for a moment, but I kissed him back and in the next moment we were totally making out. He was much taller than me and so I was standing on my toes, which was tiring me. I got off for a bit to take my shoes off, and meanwhile he did too. I held his shoulders and sat him on the bed and we started to kiss again. His hands were caressing my butts first from outside and then inside my capri-pants, which he kept lowering till they were off. He then moved one of his hands to my boobs and.