Manoj:Manoj was a 50-year-old, potbellied dark and bald, potter and craftsman, who used to stay next to the newly married couple. Though once a part o... a flourishing family, Manoj was the sole custodian of dying art having been abandoned by his immediate family including his wife.Manoj spent his days practicing his art and reminiscing the past days of glory. Though he was not a simpleton, he did not have any addictions and his carnal desires had dried up with his wealth and desertion of his. The meeting tonight was the same as usual, junkies from town, most of them on parole, telling their somewhat fabricated stories. There was a new face, someone I had never seen around town, and he didnt speak. Usually when someone doesnt talk in group, they used that day. He was handsome, but in a damaged way, his blue eyes dull from years of use. His black hair was curly, but greasy, and he had sores on his face from picking at it. He was wearing a maroon and black striped sweater, and dirty. Maine usko samazaya aur usko doggy style me jhukake uske peeche aaya. Uske gaand pe thoda tel lagaya aur mera lund uske gaand me daalane laga. Usko dard hone laga aur vo mana karane lagi lekin mai sunane ke mood me nahi tha. Mera lund ghusate gaya aur poora lund ghusa diya. Thodi der usko aise hi chod diya phir uski gaand marane laga jor se. Uska gaand bahut tight tha. Vo keh rahi thi ki haaye mai mar gayi meri gand phat jaayegi chod do muze bahar nikalo apna lund.Mai sunane ke bilkul modd me. I started licking and sucking her pussy as she began to moan. Her head was rolling from side to side, she was squirming and grinding her pussy into my face and then she gave a little cry, grabbed the back of my head and pushed her pussy against my mouth.Then I heard this sweet wife having a wild loud orgasm… I felt my dick was hard again; so, as she recovered her breath I got up and moved between her spread killer legs. As I slid my cock into her wet warm pussy, Sheila shifted her hips to.