I had to admit, I had forgotten the question.“Your idea of fun,” Sandy repeated.I sat my clip board on the dash. Okay I thought, it's time to get ...eal here. “I like blow jobs,” I replied. I don’t know why I said it. It was such a crude remark. Immediately recognizing I had crossed a line, I apologized.Sandy laughed.“That sounds so like you,” she replied. She then asked, “Would you like for me to blow you?”“Yeah right,” I sarcastically replied. “You’re married.”“I can still give you a blow job,”. Tabhi shoeb bola maja aa gaya yaar, kabhi socha nahi tha ek hindu ladki mera lund chusegi, aaahhhh. Tabhi sameer ne andar gaya aur andar se sharab aur cold drinks leke aaya, rajiv ne kuch snacks leke table pe rakhe. Mai abhi bhi shoeb ka lund chus rahi thi.Mai dhire dhire chus rahi thi tabhi shoeb utha aur mujhe niche gira diya aur mere muh mai lund daalke jor se dhakke dene laga, wo pura lund mere muh mai andar karta aur wapas pura bahar nikal leta, mujhe bahut taklif ho rahi thi, meri. How was it? Lynn was prying now. I held my hands wide apart, giving her an idea on the husbands size. Jesus Christ, Sam. She sat back in her chair shaking her head, Whoa. How did something like that start? So I began to explain. Some twelve years ago, when I was twenty-four, married and living in Phoenix, my ex-husband Rob and I were at this nightclub in north Phoenix, on a rainy Saturday night. Rob was basically a good husband, very average which was good, it gave me stability. He looked good. Mara muh to ukne liye toilet ka seat hogaya tha,Kabhi bhi bhabhi aati thi aur mere muh pe gand rakhkar baith jati thi aur muze chatne k liye kahti thi aur muze bhi unke gaand k niche rahna accha lag raha tha, wo jab mere muh par baith jati thi to bahot aaram lagata tha unki gand mere jibh (tongue) ko pleasure deti thi aur hip mere pure face ko. Raat ho gai to maine kaha bhabi mai to vigra k vajah se thak gaya hu aaj hamne din me bahot hi jyada sex kiya aur mera land bhi dard kar raha hai to.