I tried to open the zip of the jeans for which he helped me I put my hand inside the underwear and tried to pull out the stuff. It was very strong and...look like a iron rod much bigger than my husbands. I pulled this out and caressing the same and looked at him he slowly pushed me down. I understood what he wants, I bowed down and kissed at the tip of the cock and started taking into the mouth. I did it for sometime by this time he removed the strap of my dress from the shoulder I was almost. But wecouldn't ignore that fact of what had happened. The first few days wereso strange, watching her so upset, in my body, feeling so lost, sohelpless. I did make an effort to find out more. Together we met with villagers,seeking information, some answer, some way to return things to the waythey were. It was the old woman who convinced me that it had happened -and that it was permanent.We eventually returned home and struggled to adjust somehow to ourlives. It wasn't easy. It was a huge. Gripping my wife’s hips I buried my face in her neatly trimmed crotch my tongue lapping away at his salty spunk. I could tell from her reaction it was a tremendous turn on and she ground her pubic area down on my face in a manner to say “get it all baby”. She moaned with pleasure and I felt her torso tremble. He was kneeling off to our side rubbing what was quickly becoming an again hard erection. I felt her body tighten and she cried out in pleasure signally the first of multiple waves of. On my biannual journeys, Anna-Maria would always accompany me. We would always make our rounds of the Independent Movie theatres of the San Francisco Bay Area to see if any new and upcoming directors held promise for the future and enjoy leisurely lunches at Anamandara, the superb Vietnamese fusion eatery opposite the maritime museum on the Embarcadero. We would invariably get ourselves into the Civic Centre, Haight or Tenderloin in the City, Hillsdale, Orangevale, or Sunrise areas in.