She slipped her hands behind her back, she could already feel his erect cock pressing against her back and she grasped at his rigid member. Her pussy ...as already wet and aching in desire and the touch of his hands on her body only served to amplify her lust. It had been to long since she had felt his embrace and she yearned to have his rock hard cock inside her again She grasped at his cock. Where the soap made her breasts slippery and difficult to hold on to it only served to amplify her touch. It happened again; you know, the kissing. We made out as if we loved one another. That's when I figured it out. That's when I learned how to kiss a girl. You don't love her but you make believe you do. You become an actor. You move this so-called love from your own lips to hers, from your own tongue to hers. It's true love but it isn't. Then and there I became a terrific kisser. I learned from her: use the tongue sparingly, let the lips glide over one another, allow the tongues to play. Then it. The third time I went there I sat in the second to front row. An old man sat next to me and gave me a smile. I pulled out my tool and he wrapped his hand around it. I could tell he was pleased. He put his soft wet mouth on me and slid all the way down, but only for a moment. He came back up and promptly asked "would you like to meet my wife?" Of course I did. He told me to meet him in the parking lot. I followed him home in my car and he told me to park infront of the house until he came out to. So that im healthy. I had many episodes with madhu and the following story is one among them which is more horny that anyone reading this real incident will jerk on the spot.This incident happened recently on a cool and rainy time in Coimbatore. I still live in Coimbatore and any Coimbatore women who are really interested can contact me in email. In that rainy day myself also free since it’s a holiday for me. Im quite knowledged in computer too. So madhu called my mom and asked me alone to come.