After she had cum the first time, I pulled the bag to the floor and I had everything prepped for action. I am sure her mind was going crazy wondering ...hat was in the bag. I pulled the first vibe out of the bag and inserted it in her pussy and it fit perfectly and I am quite sure she liked it. I could hear her moan with pleasure. I could tell she enjoyed it but with a little resistance. I know she was thinking, is this OK if I enjoy this? Then after she was really into it and her juices ran down. ..A fair alexandrine, meant the touch of her lips.All along I caressed the faint hope that one day, she would inspire something prodigious. A perfect poem, a penetrating fuckery, getting me with artifices of style deep into her womb. She would then lust for me as I lusted for her. She would read it and drop to her knees next to the walnut desk, reach for my member. She would swallow me whole, she would throw herself at it like the eager whores of Montmartre. And her eyes would look up and tell. Just then the timer goes off and I laugh and tell you that if you don't let me go your dinner will burn. You kiss me once more (with feeling!) and reluctantly turn me loose. I tell you to go up and shower while I finish dinner, then I prep a salad and clean some strawberries for dessert.I am just finishing setting the table and lighting the candles when you come back down – so we sit down for dinner. It's nice just to relax and have dinner together with nothing else we have to do that night and. Their inability to inability to bear a child had raised a lot of questions on Sudha. And she use to believe that she didn’t deserve sex. But now things were different. Sudha had now been widowed.After nearly a month, Radha decided to take a trip to her home. And she was away for a week. Later that evening as Riyan returned from work, he looked for Radha.“Radha, please massage my legs a bit, I am too tired from the walk.”“Radha, is off to her father’s place”, Sudha replied from the bathroom. “I.