He came with the oil. I said him to get behind of me. I was wearing a blue saree with matching blouse without inners (Usually I don’t wear inners at...home) this time he just applied oil on my lower back near waist, I said him thoda upar. He said upar tho aap ki blouse hai kaise karoon. Then I said acha ruko mein khol deti hoon. I saw him in the mirror, his face gloomed at once with the anticipation. I dropped my pallu, I started to unhook buttons, as I was detach buttons his thrill was growing. Then he started to push even harder on my head: he was really mouthfucking me very hard, and I just loved it. He also started mumbling little words or small short sentences like: «Oh yeah» ; «Take it all you little bitch» ; «You like being my little whore?» ; «did you like my cheesy cock?» ; «You like having your face fucked?» ; «You want my load dont you little cum whore».The harder he was mouthfucking me and the more insanities he was saying, the harder I was.At one moment, I sensed the big. When Miklos and I were first married, I had broken my ankle in a tumble on the slopes at Vail. Though it had quickly healed perfectly, my new husband had bribed my local orthopedist to do the paperwork needed for me to obtain Handicapped license plates. Whenever I use one of those wide spaces with the little wheelchair painted in the middle, I try to limp as I exit the car. Yes, if it wasn't for that little vice, I would be perfect.He's part of a large organization. They have twelve. There were also quite a lot of mutterings which I couldn't really quite make out. And then suddenly there was a louder "Oh, yessss" from my Mum, just like we'd heard this morning. And then, quite clearly, she moaned "Harder! Harder!" followed by louder grunts from my Dad. I found it really exciting to listen to and I now had a vivid picture in my mind of my Dad pushing in and out, faster and faster. Of course, it might not have been like that at all, but that's how it sounded, and I found.