Micki was divorced and about Ollie’s husband’s age. Not ugly but not overly attractive either, she didn’t get asked out like she’d hoped.Well ...nto their second large glass, Micki was complaining about her unused pussy. She facetiously suggested maybe she could borrow Ollie’s husband once in a while. The answer that he wasn’t good enough to loan out surprised the hell out of her.“You’re shitting me! A pretty girl like you isn’t getting nailed enough?” Micki slurred a bit.“Oh, I didn’t say that!”. By the third stroke, I came like hell. It fell on her face, my stomach and a bit flowed down my cock. She licked it good and came up to lick what all is on my body. She tasted it as she wants it so badly.My cock came back to normal size in her hands. She fell beside me on the bed holding my cock. She slowly rubbed it as I squeezed her boobs and kissed. She laughed at my normal sized cock and teased me saying where did all that excitement go?We caressed each other in each others’ arms and. Main unko mall leke gaya waha humne ek corner wale jagah ek dusre se bahot bat ki. Unko bataya ki woh mujhe itni pasand kyu hai. Par woh boli mujhe ki use pata hai ki main use chodna chahta hu. Maine meri nazar nichi kar li. Par woh boli ki woh bhi wahi chahti hai.Uska pati use enjoy nahi karwata. Bas chodte waqt saree upar karta hai lund dalta hai 5 minutes mein jhad ke so jaata hai. Ab woh khul ke enjoy karna chahti hai. Phir kya tha maine unko mall mein hi kiss kiya. Woh man ki par usko bhi. Pausing, she read the sign.“Tread quietly and sing no songs, nor stamp your feet in mirth, lest you wake what dwells beneath.”“A warning,” she whispered, a sense of dread filling her, for it did indeed sound dire, and she had nothing to defend herself with should she be set upon. Still, she supposed that, as long as she tread lightly, she’d have nothing to worry about, and so, very carefully (for the hinges appeared to be rusted over) she opened the gate and stepped out onto the bridge,.