One of my captor’s hands released my hair and slid down my spine until he was cupping my ass in his warm hand and pressing my hips into his. I let o...t a soft moan as his bulging dick, straining against his pants, pressed against my clit with every thrust of his hips. As I ran my hands along his sides, finally grasping his gyrating hips, his hand released my hair and slid along the side of my face. My lover stood before me with a look of passion so intense that he seemed wild with the sweet. 'You cant be frugal if you purchase a machine like that, then give it away', I challenged, completely unabashed to talk about something to do with me sexually pleasuring myself with.The way he looked at me I sensed the lust he felt, a woman half his age, taller and statuesque, beautiful and sexy, here in his living room, taking delivery of a dildo pushing fuck machine, he must be in heaven, I thought, so why hold back, give him food for thought, and so I did.'Would you like a drink', he asked. The sun was shining down hot now and her pussy was starting the show the effects of my ministrations. The moistness was now eveident and I slid my finger across her slit, the wetness stringing out and coating my finger. ‘Oh, my, that is one wet pussy’ I said, but she said nothing, just spread her legs a bit wider and tipped her ass upward allowing me better access. I leaned in and took a breath of her, her essence filling me with a sexual desire I had known so many times in our nearly 30 years. We left for the marriage pallace with the family. After reaching there, we had food, and then took a table and sat there, looking at the bride and groom. Meghna was still lost somewhere. I had never seen her this quiet, and so I asked her, what happened.Meghna: NothingMe: C’mon yaar, tell me.. you are never this quiet, I am sure there is somethingShe continued saying nothing, but I pressed her hard, to tell me the reason. After some persuasion she finally said.Meghna: Mukul, I think I love youI.