Her lips didn't move to his quite yet. Her head was still working out what was happening. After a brief moment she began to kiss back, pushing slightl... against his mouth. Their tongues began to intertwine and caress each other. Sarah’s arousal was peaking, or so she thought. The outfit she was wearing was really making her feel slutty and she felt like what she was doing now was living up to that feeling. She slid her tongue in with more passion and vigour and David responded to match it. He. I was in Goa and my husband was in Delhi. Two sexy bodies were away from each other. My husband was using his hands in Delhi to fire his cum shot for satisfaction and I was also using my own fingers and sometimes a candle to feel satisfied. One fine morning, I remembered about Anju (My husband’s sex partner before marriage. his friend’s unsatisfied wife and once I, my husband and Anju had threesome group sex too) I went to her house after lunch to meet her. Her in-laws were out that time for my. The streets themselves were no longer the romantic cobblestones of an era long past its glory. They were paved with the latest surface coverings modern transportation hubs could possibly desire and the automation of lights, signals, entrance doors and many other technical advances were far more apparent in this ancient place than in some of the most modern of cities of the west.I estimated that the previous ratio of traditional dress had been reduced from about ninety percent to less than ten. I lifted up and turned around, my face at his. He glistened from forehead to chin. I took a slow lick up his face, tasting myself. "M-mm, pussy tastes good." I took another swipe up the other side, then licked his lips. "I know I don't really have to ask permission," I whispered teasingly, "it's my year, my list, my fantasies." I rubbed my face on his, making my cheeks wet with my own juices, and imagining another woman's pussy juice on my face. I shuddered. "But I want you to tell me it is.