She guided my hand down to her crotch, which was very moist, and such a perfume as I had never smelt before filled my nostrils, and little Ian became ...ery excited!I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and slid my hands under her Bra, as she straddled me, and rose up, so her breasts were very conveniently at my mouth, and I started to gently lick the nipples before me, she then guided my free hand; and rubbed it against her very wet knickers.She undid her linen trousers, and slid them off with her g. When Pooja got home, she came over and all the kids were happily playing in the basement. So she decided to talk to me like she often did with my wife. Somehow the conversation became very personal and sexual. Pooja flat-out asked me if I ever “go down” on my wife.I very openly confessed that it was my favorite thing to do and that my wife and I never had sex without me going down on her, but that my wife very rarely went down on me. I could tell by Pooja’s breathing that the conversation was. .....yowza.....but uh, anyway, you know I never answer the phone when I'm having sex, but we had just finished fucking the first time that night and I went to the bathroom to clean up after, and I had just come out of there when the phone rang, and for some stupid reason I answered it.......you know I wouldn't have answered the phone if I had of been thinking, but you know how ditzy I get, especially when I cum a few times........oohh he was a good fucker like you, he used to fuck me this way. I was awoken at around 5:30 a.m. by Lynette fondling the little man. “Wake up! I have to be at work by seven. Let’s try something different.” “I’m asleep, pull the covers back up when you have finished with me.” “Wake up you bastard. I want it up the ass this morning.” I’m not a big ass man, but that definitely got my attention and knocked a few cobwebs from my brain. “Are you sure?” I asked, “It’s meant to hurt like hell.” “I don’t care, I can tell you are getting bored with me and I want to.