" I think you enjoyed that way too much," she said as she walked over and glared at me."Hey don't get mad, get even it's your turn let's see what you ...an do," I snapped back at her.As soon as those words came out of mouth I realized that it was probably not the smartest thing to say. A certain amount of anxiety sweep over me as I remembered that Latin women tend to be very possessive and very vengeful when you make them mad.She walked over and looked at me, "OK, you got it asshole," she. Phir bhi me kuch kar nahi paya. Jab didi ke msc khatam hue to didi ghar me aake rahne lagi aur competitive exam ke lia tayari karne lagi, tab jake mujhe kuch karne ke lie himat hue . Actually msc ke bad jab bo ghar me rahne lagi to kuch badli badli si lag rahi thi. Mera papa govt job karte he ,to bo din me kam ke lia chale jate he aur mummy house wife he, eslia bo ghar me rahti he. Me didi ke lia class bhi bunk marta tha aur ghar me rahta tha. Lekin didi ko mere galat erade ke bare me khuch bhi. He didnt know what to say exactly since it was a private matter, but it seemed rude not to speak honestly. Its for my wife. You might know her. Shes Mrs. Mullings. A smile appeared on the girls face. She had blue eyes, and brunette hair cut to around her shoulders. She had unusually round checks and a bit of a tan, probably artificial, but Fred was more than appreciative of her overall appearance. She looked very exotic, almost foreign. Oh, wow. Your Mrs. Mullings husband. It was an idea she. 'Does that not hurt you', I asked him, genuinely inquisitive, as I knew a mans balls were his weak point if slapped or squeezed. 'No Mariel, your watching me and its feels great', he replied, laying his head back and looking up at the sky, which I found to be surprisingly annoying, I dont know why, but I just did.Of course his ignoring me and my sudden urge to join-in, resulted in a momentary silence as we both masturbated, him looking skywards and myself looking at his cock and balls, drinking.