She was in half sitting position above me with her legs on either side of my pelvis. She in a wave of impulse took my head in her arms and thrusted it...onto her bosom in open affection. My face got immersed in her fleshiness. I hugged her, inhaling the sweet scent of her bosom. My nose dug into the cleavage of her bosom. My fingers again went to her side boobs where I applied pressure gently. My fingers dug into her bosom, while my mouth found its place between her tits. It was an intense. I’ve heard it’s nice. Is it true you even have a guest house?” in rapid successive questions. I chuckled as she asked to see my home, the one I shared with my long time spouse, the one my children had been raised in, the property that we had built a guest house for my now deceased mother in law. I slowed and turned in to the next driveway on the left side of the road and turned around. “Yeah, sure, why not? We’ve got time,” I said as my heart thumped a bit harder than usual. “It’s just a simple. Kumar again, I am going to tell you about my second memorable encounter with my Sis-in-law,I am working with a Private bank and posted at Simla, my wife’s cousin was also working in the same city with some telecom MNC, I have rented a room which was at 10 Min walking distance from her, as she is also married and having her family at Panchkula,she has to be in simla for three days in a week and rest of the days at her home town, My family is in Haryana and I visit them after one or two weeks. SO. "A growl started in my belly. Inga lowered her head so her face was within inches of my penis."Gimme," she whispered. "Shoot."Her strokes were long pulls one after the other. The growl moved up into my throat."That's it. Let it all out. All of your love juice. Show me you love me." Inga focused on her emotions, not the physical act. "I love you, Mr. Marcus." I love you, too." What was I supposed to say? Start some philosophical discussion about the difference between love and lust, between.