I crossed my legs and in that moment I knew I had made a mistake. The jostling pushed the switch on the remote up to the highest setting and my knuckl...s almost turned white from gripping the seat. My legs were pushed tightly together, which only made the sensations stronger. "I'm fine," I lied through a clenched jaw. "Just cold." The lie would hopefully explain my hard nipples and shaky words. He didn't seem to buy it but he turned with one eyebrow raised towards the door. Right as his hand. I am from Pakistan (Karachi). I am 35 while my wife Zeenat is 37. Though it is against the taboo in my country to marry women older than you, but I have always been unorthodox in terms of my values. Ours was a love marriage and we have been happily married for 7 years, with a son who is now 5. The story I’m about to narrate is an experience we had almost a year ago, and it may not be very exciting for those used to the kind of hard corePornographic fantasies that appear on this forum, but it. She would press her tongue when she took it deep in her mouth.After some time I felt like cumming. She stopped giving BJ when I told her and she laid beside me and turned facing me. She lifted her left leg in the air and pulled me towards her. She took cock in her hand and placed it near her love hole. I gave a strong push to which my penis got buried in her. She moaned loudly.I put my right leg around her waist and started pounding. I rested in that position for some time and stared slowly. I. I did not think that you will feel this much. I thought you are able to do sex with other person than your husband as you have done with me. I thought you are used to this type of lifestyle and proposed to you.Mom: sorry ramesh. Even though if I don’t like I would have told you but not slapMe : it’s ok mom. You are my mom too . Not only my wife to just give respect and do what I say.You can even punish me.By these words she also felt little comfortable.Mom: can I ask you one question? Don’t.