“Do you want to learn how to make love to a woman?” She asked me. “I will teach you things those teen girls can't.”Of course I said, “Yes”...Mrs. Turner sat up, then swung her leg over my chest, straddling me. Her clit was a couple inches from my mouth.“Lick my clit,” she said.I did and I liked doing it. Mrs. Turner kept moving her pussy closer. The closer she came, the more I licked. Soon her pussy was over my face.“Lick my slit and try to stick your tongue in my vagina.”I did as I was told.. My wife then took off her salwar and panties and begged Odaiveer to fuck her half dressed.He replied’ kapde kholegi nahin to phar doonga’.My wife took off her kurta but getting shy covered her bra with her hand. The powerfully built boy who was around 21 slapped her face and unhooked her bra. My wife complained that she was not enjoying it. Odaiveer then inseted his fingers into her pussy and exclaimed that it was dripping wet. He started kissing her all over her body. My wife was moaning and. " I did what the book instructed and found myself moaning in ecstacy as I touched myself. A deep building power grew within my loins and I knew that I needed to come soon or forever feel frustrated. "Now," the book read. "Buckle your pants up and stop. That is all the pleasure you will allow yourself today." What!" I yelled at the book. "Why have you built me up so much!?" I pushed the book away and brought both hands to my penis. I could certainly masturbate myself to orgasm. At least then I. Things didn’t go bad for the two of us. Ashqar, Sameer or anyone else of his gang didn’t trouble us anymore. However, we got to know someone new. His name was Rishad Hamid.His body size was like that of Sreekanth. He had a somewhat thin beard covering his face, and his hair was rather short. His skin color was that of someone from the south, much like my own Sreekanth, but darker.Since my experience with Ashqar and Sameer, also Rishad’s friends was terrible, I was reluctant to know Rishad. But.