I sold my home and put the money in my bank account. Then I quit my job and left town to ‘find’ myself.I drove around for several days stopping of...en to consider what to hell I should do with my life. One day I found myself stopping at a small country grocery store in a little community in the middle of nowhere. As I walked in I passed a bulletin board. There was a sign that said, “Help wanted. Dairy farm. Room, board, and money to be negotiated.”I had a gut feeling that I would find my answer. I was also wearing a bridal veil and had “L” plates attached to the front and back of me. As we went from bar to bar the tipsier we all became and the braver the men were who approached us and flirted with us. The number of guys telling me my husband to be was a lucky man was a real ego boost as were the number of offers of a last fling before walking down the aisle. Although I was polite and flirted back a little I had no intention of cheating on Rob. I loved him and had always been a one man. I nodded my head but he pushed his dick inside with force.“Saket! Dard ho raha hai.”“Hmm, I know, meri jaan.”He lifted both my legs and made me spread them wide open.“Khol ke de,” him demanding my pussy that way made me crazy horny.“Aahh fuck. I love my girlfriend but I love this chut more.” He closed his eyes and started going in and out of my wet little hole slowly and kept increasing his speed.“You fuck so good, Saket. Please zor se chod. Please.”He didn’t answer me but increased his. "Is this OK, Michelle?" She responded with "Ohhh, yessss. I've wanted that for a long time!" I was at a crossroad. Do I keep it fatherly and clinical, or do I respond in kind to her developing passions? I chose what was behind Door #2. I totally abandoned her injured thigh, and pressed one of my hands on her woman slit. Pressing, in circular fashion, caused Michelle to begin to writhe. Her ass and hips were undulating nicely, clearly responding to my touch. "Michelle, let's flip you over!" She.