Coffee pite samay vishal ko essass huwa ki table ki niche se koi uske par ko sahala raha hai. Use acha lag raha tha. Wo apne parro ko hatana chahata t...a par wo hata nahi raha tha. Use achha lag raha tha. Un ladkiyo ka namm tha Kranti aur Shilpa. Unke ma ka namm tha Arti aur Rajul. Tabhi Arti ne Vishal se pucha ki vo kya karta hai. Vishal ne bataya ki wo apni college me padtha hai aur abhi garmi ki chutiya hai iss liya koi kamm dund raha hai. Arti ne kaha ki uske pass computer hai aur vo. Her ears wee yanked, and the feeling was mind-blowing. Bucking hard, she ground herself against him.The clock showed three now, and her lover was getting exhausted. She couldn't tell how much she had cum, but fluid covered the linoleum underneath. “Slow down,” she said. He obeyed, rocking his hips so that he stayed deep in her.Humping him gently back, Martha felt release building again. "I'm so close," she said, encouraging the way he keeps his cock so nicely in her velvet pussy. She. "I'm almost afraid to kiss them again," she admitted.As the silence between us grew, a smile twitched her lips, and she quickly kissed the corner of my mouth."Keep going with the story," she suggested.The second time she interrupted was near the end of the story."I haven't given a blow job since sophomore year at college," she admitted with a blush. "We tasted really good together," she added with a deeper blush.Totally at odds with her embarrassment, she let her hand stroke the hardness that. She liked to look sexy, knowing she had a figure men liked looking at. And Phil Moran, her husband, liked for her to dress enticingly. He was almost embarrassingly proud of her sensuous appearance.And Mavis liked men's eyes on her. She held the door open, glad to be out of the glaring sun, and let Dell into the large kitchen. She paused, perfectly still, listening to Dell put the box on the breakfast nook table. She frowned. There was that one brief chapter in her life she wished she could.