Mujhe bhut dard hua lekin uncle ne mere honto ko nehi chora mei sirf gugu ki awazein nikal raha tha. uncle ne phir mujhe kaskar pakda aur dusra jordar...dhakka mara karib aadha lund andar ja chukka tha meri aankhon mei aansu aa gaye.lekin uncle ne chora nehi aur ahista ahista dhakke marne lage karib 10 min bad mere aansu ruke to uncle ne mere honth chore aur bole aaj tujhe maine ladke se ladki bana diya hai aur tum meri biwi ban gayi ho.mujhe bahon me bharo vishu jan.meri gand me bhut dard tha. But this story is about what I didn't know about Rick (and vice versa) on a Thursday afternoon in 1986. We both had busy schedules - but we always had time on Thursdays to get together at his house and catch up on things. I got there at the usual - door unlocked as usual, and headed upstairs, yes as usual. Now, as normal - I would always find him in his room studying, Not this time!As I headed down the hallway, I could hear the definite moans and pounding of some serious fucking going on!Now. I didn't even want to think about what would be going through his mind the next time we shook hands. It was something that I was determined to avoid. I had no desire to ever see him again, much less touch the hand that had been finger fucking my beloved wife!Sorry for that little rant, but at least now you know how I felt about everything.Like I said, what I thought it would be like wasn't at all like what really happened. I mean we had just talked about it on that Saturday, and then Sunday. Moving my fingers to slip inside her hole my tongue was bringing her ever so closer.Then her hand was on the back of my head grinding me into her pussy as she stifled out a whimper followed by a groan, her hand was clamped over her mouth as her juices flowed over my face, her thighs shook with her after effect of her orgasm. I sat up and she pulled me up, unbuttoning my jeans I sat in my seat as she knelt in front of me.Releasing my 6” she ran her tongue up and down my shaft, licking my helmet.