Then usne mere sapne apni saree ka pallu hataya,uska pallu dhire se uske komal jism ko chuta hua niche gir gaya, then vo mere upar beth kar mujhe teas... karne lagi, apne lips vo bite kar rahi thi and apne boobs ko jor jor se masal rahi thi nd mere upar bounce bhi kar rahi thi,Mera lund pura khada ho gaya tha nd mujhse raha nahi gaya.Mene pura dum laga ke usko phir zameen par leta diya nd uske jism ke upar me bhi phir se let gaya, hum ek dusre ke jism ko paglo ki tarah chuum rahe the, jism ki. As the bus entered the city, she told me that she doesn’t want to part from the hug, and our bodies have become one now. That added to my morning hard-on. Then we decided to meet again during the vacation and got down at the bus stop. While walking towards the cab, my hands were still on her ass. She looked blushingly at me when I gave a light press. We took a cab and reached our respective homes.I took pictures of my back, shoulder, and chest. They had love bites and scratches in. Meanwhile the other guy stood up and decided to plunge his tongue in my welcome ass while I was getting blown, I had to tell the guy giving the excellent blowjob to slow down or I will bust, he slowed to an agonizing teasing speed while the ass eater behind me kept up an excellent job of licking my horny ass. Next thing the blowjob guy starts deep throating me knowing what would happen and I had my ass clenching on the guys tongue, while unloading in this guys delicious throat. I was shooting. Christi had always been a wonderful wife. Raised in the south in a conservative family, she always had very strict views as to the roles of husband and wife, men and women. Never one to pursue any career, she was happy at home doing what she described as "woman's work": cleaning, cooking and in general caring for her husband. Luckily my writing has brought in enough money to keep us comfortable. In all, she tended to be very maternal, and – as we had no c***dren - I felt as if part of her.