She looked like a pretty young boy, but her tender expression and mannerisms was a girl's. "Somehow before college, I'm going to save up for your sex ...hange," I muttered aloud and she giggled. "I don't think Sean 'll like that too much!" "Don't worry 'bout Sean. He's half-way you already; I'll turn him around--somehow," I said, looking up at Sheila's soft shocked look, but I wasn't going to apologize for that wish or remark. Her emerald eyes shimmered with a sad wistfulness. "Wish you really. .Ki avaj kar rahi thi unhone kaha meri gand bhi chato na mene kaha jo hukum meri jaan uaki dodno tango ko utaha kar mere kandho par rakh diya aur gand ko chatana suru kiyakya mast chhed hai gand ka adhe gahnte tak gand chati satt-2 ch*t me ungli kar ke gili kar di aunti ki rasseli ch*t pani chhod rahi thi. .Ab aur nahi dal do apna hathiyar meri ch*t me ne ch*t ke lips par apna l ** d rakha aur ek dakhhe me anadar chala gaya woh meri life ki sabse jaandaar, yaadgaar sexy felling thi me to kya. It was begging me for substance. I turned off the television and heard my stomach again. Or at least, that's what I think it was. Walking to the other end of the room closer to the television, I heard it again. Only, the begging I heard wasn't a hunger for food. I heard clear as day when I put my ear to the wall that it was begging for cock. I swear it was. “OH GOD,” I heard “OH MY FUCKING GOD! YEAH! LICK MY PUSSY, YOU LITTLE BITCH. AND FUCK HIS ASS HARDER!!” What the hell? What exactly was. I didn’t know where it came from, and didn’t care, because we were having amazing sex for the first time in quite a while. Then one day at work I realized I’d accidentally grabbed my wife’s phone that morning instead of my own. I was going to call her at lunch, but when I unlocked her phone found some photos I wasn’t expecting. The first few were innocent, her at the gym posing with some guys. Honestly they all looked kind of silly in their tight outfits, flexing their muscles, smiling into the.