She never actually seemed to relax and make an effort to enjoy it. It was all about what she could get for her pussy.Before that point, he just assume... that she was a good homemaker, if nothing else. She had to be good for something, since she seemed to view sex as a chore that was necessary to have a man pay her way in life. When he had been young and naïve, he didn't know any better. He never found out just how great sex really could be until he broke down and had a few affairs with female. She said she don’t know shaving. I told her that I’ll help her.Then on my advice, she moved to bathroom and I applied some shaving cream on pussy hairs and started shaving. When the razor touched her pussy cutting the first of its hair, she closed her eyes and moaned a bit while shaving I asked bua, why don’t you remove your hair regularly? You should maintain it. To that she replied for whom should i maintain it. No one cares for it, so why should I? She was getting heated as I felt some more. .ander dalo iss ko,” she held my dick and shook it.“Jimmy behen chod mera intezar bhi nahi kiya.”, I heard Baji. I didn’t say anything as we both were breathing hard and moaning as she was stroking my dick now. I got up and positioned myself between her legs. “Ahista dalna apna lund us ski choot mein, pehli bar under jaye ga,” Baji advised me.I said ok and put her legs on my shoulders and pushed in a little she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. “Baji bahut mota lund hai iss ka mujhe dar. Well, he had a better memory than I did. "Really? It probablyended up in a charity store somewhere." "Yeah. And Monica Lewinsky bought it." It took me a moment, but... oh. My. God. Suddenly I remembered what hadhappened to it, too, and the only saving grace, as my face turned cranberry color, was that he and Margie barely knew one another at the time. Whereas he and I had been study hall buddies back in High School, and still occasionally came across one another in town. Literally, as it turned.