Mel’s pussy responded to my soft licks and kisses, slowly opening up for me. I slowly licked it up, and down. So softly, teasing her. Mel moaned ...nd whimpered with each lick, I could tell I was driving her crazy. So slowly, up and down. When I could tell that she couldn’t take it any more, I drove my tongue deep into her little pussy. Mel screamed in pleasure, her back arching off of the bed. I twisted and turned my tongue, licking and tasting every bit of her. Mel’s body began to. In actuality, it was she who had taken my breath away. My resistance went with it. I made some short, quick sounds that surprised me and started cumming like I hadn’t in years. My hips raised to meet her strokes. I didn’t realize it, but she had started cumming, too. She gyrated against Mitch’s hand while trying to swallow as much as she could. When she finally collapsed, Mitch welcomed her onto his chest. Of course, I couldn’t know what had been happening in the living room. When I came. I am troubled by the same problem many Indian women have & that is drunkard husbands. Almost every day, my husband Ravi goes to the bar with his loud friends & then returns late at night. By the time he reaches home, he is so heavily drunk that he simply drops to the bed & goes off to sleep with his clothes on. Day after day, he does the same thing and although I am fed up with the same, I feel helpless & curse my destiny. I have forgotten the days, when guys used to hit on me.Thus I was. There were three stalls. Middle door was closed, but still said 'vacant'. I tiptoed into the open stall to the right and closed the door behind me quietly. Getting up onto the can, I could take a furtive look into the next stall.Lisa from accounting. Not like I'd ever seen her before nor expected to ever see her. She was usually quiet and frankly everyone thought she must be a terrible bore. She still wore those nerdy glasses, but here her blouse was open and her tits were shoved out of her.