I was moaning my choot was dipping with my cums I hold him from his head and brought him down to lick my clean shaven pussy.He inserted one his finger...in my wet ch oot which was already leaking and was licking my juices while doing finger fucking biting on my flashy thighs. I lost my all controls and was moaning and groaning ahhhhhhah maaaaaaaa rajeshhhh pls ohhhhhhh yeh kay kar rahe ho apni bhabi ke saath ohh maa plss fuck me aaj moka mila hai apni bhabhi kooo chood dalooo ohhhhhh. Beating back deep, hidden, desires. While massaging her shoulder I make sure to frequently, but apparently unintentionally, brush my forearm across her gorgeous breasts. The thin fabric I know only adding to the sensation. I feel her stutter a breath in response, " mmmmmmm." Taking my cue, I make my next move by switching my hand from a stroking motion to place it at the back of her neck. From here I begin to massage the base of her scalp, reaching my fingers up through as many tendrils of hair. She met her lover online many moons ago. They had an emotional affair for years and a few years back met in real life. Cassie loved making love with her lover. He was quite skilled and knew how to please a woman. She was glad that he liked her.Her birthday was the best time to see him. She never let him send her gifts, but on her birthday she did. They loved each other but knew that it wasn’t possible for them to be any more than lovers. He lived in another part of the world, but on. Humiliation.The more I read, the more upset I became. It was like watching an automobile accident, I just couldn't turn away.I became obsessed and read everything, from a wife that has second thoughts and stops before going too far, to a husband watching his partner getting fucked by a group of black men with impossibly large cocks that no white man could ever have. And the husband was turned on!The ones that I dwelled on were the "I came home early..." stories. Normally some schmo who loves.