My lips trailing over your chest, your tummy, then your thighs, tasting your sweat, hearing your moans. It is strange with another man after all these...years, but I know what I’m doing. I know how to treat a male body. I have had so many penises in my hands, my mouth, my cunt, over the years. I know how men’s bodies work, how to tease and arouse them, when to stop and when to speed up. Your body is just one of many I have touched and kissed. It isn’t the body you described to me and it bears. I was the only one left as my wife is the only child, so I was to stay with her. I was so excited, that I finally have a chance.I packed my bag and dropped my wife at the airport and headed straight to my in law’s home. It was evening when I reached their place. We chit chatted for a bit and had dinner. I went to the guest room to sleep and she went to her room.Then after a while, she called me. She couldn’t sleep alone, she was afraid to sleep alone and so I agreed to sleep in her room. I told. Then she completed her exam at 1 pm and then we headed to have our lunch.Here is where everything changed. We sat beside each other and ordered pizza in Hangouts. Then while the casual talk she hit my thighs. She was holding my thigh for a good long time which turned me on. But I didn’t make any move as she is my friend.Then her touch turned into pressing and pinching which was hurting. I started pinching her in reverse. My touch over her inner thighs in the process of pinching has made her. I was wearing a Black sports bra with yellow stripes, black nylon spandex shorts, a pair of white Nike rubber shoes and a black choker necklace around my neck, whilst my long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. By the end of the game, I was exhausted, sweaty and gasping for breath (I hyperventilate easily). I also noticed Booker’s friends staring or taking glances at my breasts, my top was wet and they could see my pointed nipples protruding against the thin fabric of by sports bra but rather.