When she was confident that he was staying there, she tried to relax and breathe slowly and deeply, letting the soft, classical music guide her though...s back to reality. Then she felt his hand begin moving up her thigh again and she almost cried, sure she could not make it through that again. "You can do it, my little sweet one... for me." His voice was a beacon, lifting her consciousness up and outside her body until his touch pulled it back. She lost track of how many times he brought her. ”“No Steve, you are man enough for me! You are an excellent husband. You are a great provider, a great friend, and a great lover. I can’t explain it well enough. It’s just some how I felt I needed the extra assurance from someone else to let me know that I am still desirable, still attractive, still wanted. Like I said that feeling I had long ago about the pursuit and feeling in control. I don’t know it was just building up inside me. But I never cheated, I have been faithful all the time we. Ek ajeeb sa nasha cha raha tha mujhe . Maine uske bra ke cup ko apne lund pe lagaya aur muth marne laga, thodi hi der mein maine apna lubricant uske bra mein nikal diya. Uske bra ko maine pani se bheega diya taki use pata na chale. Phir main naha kar breakfast karke kaam ke liye nikal gaya, raste mein ek ayurvedic medicine ka shop mila, mujhe dandruff ke liye ek hair oil lena tha. Wahan ek poster laga hua , sex stimulants for woman. Maine uske baare mein enquire kiya, to usne bataya ki iski ek. Dark purple earrings and hairs were straight down. “Thanks a lot mister!” she said and was about to leave.“Who are you? I’ve never seen you here.” was all I could ask her looking at her.“Maybe you never came where I live. I’m Chandini.” she said and sat in the car slowly.“My name is Kabir! It was nice meeting you.” I said and put my hand forward for a handshake. But instead she left.After she left I could feel tears in my eyes. I wasn’t feeling emotional. Neither was I crying a moment ago. But.