"I met a girl there and we got married and I brought her back here to live. But despite frequent trips back to the States and eventually setting up an...import-export business to justify having homes here and there, we finally decided that we weren't meant to be together. We never had time for any c***dren so we decided to go our separate ways, quite amicably, and I understand she recently married someone she had gone to High School with. And here I am."About that time, the late morning and early. This is Aman again bring my next sex blast with, “my dear sangeeta mami” story.Thank for your comments for my last story, this is continuation of that part.In the last story, my hopeless sex turn into something else in this story. Jaise ki aap jante hoge ki last time mujhe sangeeta mami ke ghar se bhaagna para wo bhi hamare sex karne ke dauraan, yaar oos samay kismat pe gussa to bahut aaya lekin iss baat ka yakin ho gya ki mauka ab to milta hi rahega.Next day mai sangeeta mami se milne gaya,. The warmth of plunging into a woman's pussy. Enveloped on all sides by tight, wet walls. Rippling, sliding, gripping warmth. This cock has clearly been in the pussy countless times. She's the perfect fit, a glove, I sink into her like I'm meant to be here. This little housewife’s cunt was built for this.I dig my fingers into her fleshy ass cheeks and start pumping fast, without hesitation. Without letting her get used to me anymore. I look up and see her hands, bound together behind her back,. And I got asleep.After an hour or so suddenly I wake up and saw Dhivya was weeping on d arms of Vidhya and she was consoling her. Suddenly I couldn’t understand what happened and Vidhya explained me all. Then Dhivya apologized with me and suddenly caught me and hugged me very tightly. For the first time I could feel a woman’s boobs. They were very soft and my chest could feel that. These made me erotic and in return I also hold her tightly and moved my palms over her back and caressed her.