” “Are you sure.” “Yes I’m sure.” I did as she said and started to easily go back in forth in her ass. It felt weird at first, but as it l...osened up a little it started to feel great. It was so tight, it gripped my cock, and every time I went into her, she would squeeze her muscles and grip it even tighter. I could hear her tone start to change, from discomfort to pleasure. She started to moan, and with one hand holding her up against the wall, she took her other hand and started to rub her. He looked sweet-natured, peaceable -- even handsome. He was the kind of young man that three waitresses, in a small cafe, might giggle over, behind the cash register, as he drank his morning coffee and read the sports pages of the local paper.But... an ideal? Hardly! It was a portrait of what was, perhaps, a young man of above-average physical attractiveness. Nothing more. He was handsome, perhaps, if you happened to like blond men. The majority of women, in my experience, weren't particularly. As the summers had just started the ac of my room was not working so to sleep I used to go to my uncle’s room. One day when my uncle had gone out of station and as usual I went to sleep there my Chachi was making my brother sleep who was 3yrs old. I went and slowly slept on one side of the bed. But after sometime I realized that someone was sleeping on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see that it was my Chachi who was with her blouse open and saree up to her things. I pretending as if I was. Instead of her time on the planet getting better, it was stuck in neutral and had been for the past few years. She thought things would be better when they bought this house and moved into this neighborhood and she was happier for a while. Only now, the additional expenses required that her husband work longer hours. She saw him more when they rented the small apartment on the other side of town. She was happier before they bought the house…the house…the house. Their thoughts, their.