Though their participation inthe contest was a pure formality - the real contest was between Marla andme. The contest started out as "the best houseke...per contest", but wasrenamed to the best wife contest quite early in the game. Even though Iwas clearly a husband, not a wife, I didn't mind the implication. On thecontrary, I liked it even more than the original. After all, among the twoof us, either one of us had the same chances of being a good housekeeper,but when competing who was the better. She tossed the dildo back on the chair and walked away. She came back with another cigarette. She got up on the stool, blew smoke in my face and kissed me until she finished it.She stepped down from the stool and fondled my cock with the palm of her hand. She tickled it with her fingertips, and rubbed her palm on the tip. She kept me aroused for several minutes. She tickled my cock until I was about to come, then she stopped. "We'll save that for later," she cooed.She walked behind me, and I. Sucking it…From all round… Holding it.. Bahut mota h.. I am loving it..Me: yeahh… Its your favourite dish.. Aaram se khao..She: I am sucking it…. Aahhh… Masst taste h….Me: yeahh…She: aahhh.. Yummmyy… Love it….Me: I will then make you sit… Now you come below… I am on top of you..She: haaannnMe: I will part your legs and kiss on your pussy once again…With my finger moving inside your pussy… And now I will put 2 fingers…..She: aahhh.. Bahut pain ho rha h…Me: hone do… Aur control nhi hota… I will. The roads were pathetic. The bus was bouncing too much and so are we. The driver was reckless and he was going at full speed even on curves. Surely I was enjoying all these.I was getting thrust upon Ragini on every left turn from the driver and she was coming towards me for right turns. We both were smiling when this happens every time.There was the moment I decided to try my luck. I don’t have any previous experience in this apart from reading from this website. I don’t even know if those.