Seat ko leta kar asif ek dum se mere oopar char kar lait gaya aur bolne laga:Asif kaka:”please lag ghunday maata mazzo la preda khaza main dera yaad...gi please azim khan marr kaigam wayi”.”please mujhe thora tumse mazza lene do mujhe biwi bohat yaad aarahi hai please mujhe ruko mat main marjaonga.”Main usse bolne laga please yeh mat karo mere se utar jao yeh na karo asif kaka, magar woh sun nahi raha tha aur apna poora jism mere jism ke oopar ragarne laga aur hillaane laga, mujhe kuch samajh. Imagine going to a shop that only sells French Fries! (Yes, my curiosity got the better of me, and tried them. They weren't anything to write home about.)About an hour before I was scheduled to meet Mary, something very disturbing happened. I had a jarring sense of hollowness that I had felt previously when my out of body "presence" had been penetrated by a living person. The feeling was so startling that I dropped my fries, stopped walking immediately, and looked around me. There was nobody. I am a voyeur, an exhibitionist, a cock tease, you think about it, and my picture will arise, well with the eyes blurred out, but everything else that's desirable in sharp focus.My morning starts early with my husband, before six o'clock I arise first, and as in most mornings, their is little or no contact for sex, something like most women, would be willing to have a little friction between our legs.I walk around the house with the minimal covering, no underwear, and if it rains, (I go out to. It was so warm. He asked me if I liked it and all I could do was kiss him back. I felt so weak, and so wet. He sat back up and started to unbutton his pants. I got onto my knees and he stood up. I pulled down his pants, then his boxers. His dick was so big and hard, my jaw dropped in shock, he saw this he shoved his cock into my mouth, it filled my entire mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I started to lick him from the base to tip, I got his dick all wet and started to suck it. I sucked him.