Maine kaha meri rani isi dard Mein to maza hai woh v mast hone lagi thi phir maine uske boobs par kiss karne laga dhire dhire chusne laga uske rasile ...oobs ko kya chuchiya thi yaron ek dum gol aur bade ras daar maine jam k uski chuchiyan chusi tab tak wo puri garam ho chuki thi ab maine uski panty uteri uski panty geele ho gayi thi.Maine apna haath uski janghon pe pherne shuru kiya idhar kiss karna chalu rakha mera lund tab tak khada hoke pant phadke bahar aane ko betaab tha dhire se maine apne. I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, quiet!", she said with a joking anger and she closed the bathroom door. "I'm just fuckin' with ya..." I said. I could have sworn I heard her mumble, "not yet", but I chalked it up to my imagination. She cracked the door and handed me her wet clothes. "Be right back" I said as I stepped out of the door and down to the laundry room.I heard the TV going as I fumbled with my keys and opened my door, to find the goddess on my couch in my clothes. What I didn't expect. In the afternoon, my hangover forced me back to bed where I again became aroused at the thought of my display the night before and I masturbated to orgasm again. Over the next month or so I gave a number of little displays in my bedroom, walking around topless, lying on the bed naked. It was so arousing knowing that I was being watched. I wondered if the spy knew that he had been sprung and that I did what I did knowing that he was watching. I didn't exactly do it for his benefit though I did. Reece pulled out and Rachel saw the full glistening majesty of his erection for the first time. He pulled his wife up by the shoulder and hauled her around in a kneeling position, dropping before her onto his knees. His thighs were splayed, the stout trunk of his bulging cock sprouting tall from their junction. He was shaved clean, Rachel saw, perfectly groomed even for the act of sex. “Suck on me,” he told his spouse, and wrapping one hand around the thick base to steady his extension, she.