We had been referred to as the perfect family. Our daughter was still at university, and our older son was a graduate manager working in a large corp...ration. We had a nice house in a nice village around fifty miles south west of London. We had both been on the PTA and involved in various village activities at different times centred around schools, the parish council and the church.We both had good careers, I had my own consultancy and Maggie was a teacher at a local primary school. We had. Jaise hi usne bandha ek kiss dia or jor se chaanta mara mere gaal pe or boli..Madarchor raand aaj tera rape hoga wo v jabardasti wala.Itne m niku or mona v nikli bathroom se or boli hum log ko bhot tadpa tadpa k choda h ab teri barri..Tb meri samajh m aaya mattr kya h.Utne m mona ne mera tshirt fadhna strt kia or niku mera short fad di.Ab m nanga ho gya itte m riya kitchne se oil laayi or tino undress hona startSab bas attank macha re the purple velvet bra m niku black bikni m riya nd meri vavi. My mouth freely alternated between her breasts. She was writhing now, jerky gasps interspersed within her heavy panting. I felt her arm, then her hand slide down along my body. Her smooth touch started at my chest and moved slowly downward, rubbing as it went. My body jerked as her hand slipped into my pajamas and grasped my rock-hard cock. Now I joined her, gasping and panting as her cool, silky hand held me, squeezing and gently stroking me. It was hard to concentrate when her hand started. In cab, Aarti was seating with her head rested on my left shoulder and her hand was exploring my dick over my trouser. I came to know that its unbearable for her to live without sex now and she is already aroused. But we can’t do much in the cab other than light fondling with each other. I was caressing her left boob and she was fondling my dick. In about 1 hour, we reached her flat and she opened the door and took me inside. She locked the door immediately once I went inside.She told me to.