"You can't fool me this time, Nosis," he says. I give up all pretense of sleeping as I smile over my shoulder at him."Give it over old man. You want i...." I say as I wiggle some more.Nimrod leans over my shoulder and kisses me. The soft and yummy kind that I like. I turn around and take his face in my hands. He wraps his arms about my waist. We nip and play tongue hockey, until we were both humming.He slowly turns me onto my stomach. I stretch in anticipation. He doesn't wait for me to finish. Naa hi unko mummy ki fikar thi naa hi mummy ke needs ki.Ab kya batau dosto mummy ko saree aur blouse bhi minnat karke lene padte the.Khair ab chudai story par aata hu. Ye silsila shuru hua jab hamare ghar mehmaan aaye the.Meri bua aur unke pati.Papa uss waqt ghar pr nhi the.Bua aur uncle ne bhot saree baate ki khana khane ke liye jab baithe to mummy parosne lagi.Jab mummy jhuki to unko pallu thoda side me aa gaya.Jesa ko me uncle ko jaanta hu wo ek kind person the unke dil me koi buri baat nahi. She sneaked a hand down her body, on top of her nightgown, and pressed the heel of her thumb against her pulsing mound for just a little relief – in vain. She pushed a little harder… harder still… rhythmically, until her pelvis rocked forward as if on its own accord. Her body was coiled impossibly tight, her core painfully hollow as if in the middle of a yawn that had to come out, her head was full of imaginations, the pressure of her husband’s hands, his words, the promises of pain and. "Ahh, gently now." The smell and sheen of her beautiful blonde hair wasintoxicating, and he brushed it in a daze; only then he noticed themirror on the table behind her, and after he shifted his position on thebed, he swallowed back his drool as he finally got a clear view of herbeautiful tits."Did you enjoy watching me earlier?" she suddenly asked, lookingdirectly at him through the reflection of the mirror, apparentlyunashamed of her chest on indirect display. "Huh? I was just heading tothe.