Mujhe time waist karna pasand nahi hai…Maine aur sharmana bhilul bhi nahi.. Jaise first time tum apne husband ke sath kiya tha.. Mujhe usse bhi jada...tumhare sath pyaar karna hai.. Aur fir maine use ulta karke use bed par dhaka de diya aur uspar toot pada… aur use lagatar kiss karne laga.. Mere hath uske boobs par the..Kya mast boobs the.. Ek dam football ki tarah..Mai use bahut joor se suck kar raha tha.. Aur joor se press kar raha tha.. Vo chila rahi thi. Sahil deere karo dard ho raha hai... I think she enjoyed the possibility of being seen by someone outside. Her boobs were firm, not hard, obviously the enhancement had been done properly. Finally she said we should shower. Under the water I faced her and fondled her tackle. Just over 6” of delight. She kissed me and in an instant our tongues were entwined and our cocks also. I kind you not, I was smitten. Out of the shower we got dry and fell onto the bed. Hugging, kissing, fondled, not necessarily in that order. Then turning. I thought it was solidifying my marriage. I was introduced to several other men, even caught the clap from one of them. But I was beginning to like all the sexual variations I encountered week after week. I was a more than willing participant the weekend we spent in Tijuana, offering the whore fifty dollars to let me take her place and fuck the pony. God knows how many men I took on following that act. I didn’t care, I loved every minute of it. Six months later — I really can’t believe it took. We had arrived at the airport, facing a 300 mile trip by ground. I had expected it to be hot, it wasn’t. I had expected a backwards city, somehow I had a vision of everyone walking leading pack animals with bundles, it wasn’t. Traffic, bustle everywhere. People in every type of dress one can imagine. I wanted to go look around, they wouldn’t let us. We loaded up and headed out in minutes. We were perhaps 100 miles or so down the road, it was dusty and now getting hot when everything came to a.
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