Scott was sucking Beckys breast more and more and let go making an 'Ah' sound enjoying her body and began kissing gently down her body and undid the t...p button of her pants sliding the zipper down and began kissing down one of Beckys legs slowly as he took her pants off and removed her pants and began kissing back up the other leg and gently kissed up her body then kissed her deeply on her lips. "Someone's ready to be fucked" Scott commented."It's been a while since I was treated this good". . Us raat ko hamane 3 baar choot aur 2 baar gaand mari aur ek dusare ko pura aanand diya mein ……………………… aur usha ek dusare ke baho mein baho dalkar so gaye………………………………………….. Dusare din 10 baje mere need usha ke aawajdene khul gayi …………………………… aur bistar par mein naga hi sooooooooo raha tha aur usha fresh hokar yellow color ki sari pahankar haath mein tea lekar khari thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii yellow color ki sari mein wo bala ki khubsurat lag rahi thiiiiiiiiiiiii mein ne tea lekar baaju. Getting up from the floor she turned around turning her ass to my view and scratched between her ass for an extended time and said “it becoming hot and itchy, i feel very itchy in my ass crack, what should i do with such a big ass. All the flesh on my ass makes it sweatier and itches me more. I suggested “open your saree and work, it will be less sweaty for you and better view for me.” To this she said “what are you saying, i can’t do all this, a little bit of teasing and exposing is fine but i. Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come.