Jor se chod… fuc fuck fuck fuck fuck … fuckk meee….. Aaaah aaahh jar gayi me… aaahhh aaahhh…Me: aaaahh me bhi jhar gaya..To fir usne muze ka...a ki tum real sex karoge? To muze kya ek mouka chahiye tha to zat se tayaar ho gya. Mene usse uska address wo sub pocha to wo boli tum bas mumbai aao me tume pic karungi. Fir me sunday ko subah ki train se mumbai chala gaya. Muze pata nhi tha ki wo kaise dikti he.Me jab train se aa rha tha to bheed hone k karan mere samne ek lady thi wo bhi married thi.. I described her practicing her perfect wanking technique just so she could give her boyfriend the perfect wank – at my expense. I reveled in the thought of the angst and pain I would feel knowing that my dear wife was stroking a large black cock to orgasm and that the lucky guy was receiving the pleasure of my darling wife who had perfected her stroke on me. Don’t ask me to explain the reasons behind these thoughts – I couldn't’t begin to explore or explain them- perhaps any psychologists. She turned and saw me, and as I applauded in delight and wonder at her amazing efforts she scrutinised every detail of my appearance. I tossed the presents I was carrying onto the sofa, put a hand on one thrown forwards hip, and posed, thrusting my pelvis back and forth ever so slightly. A low lustful growl rattled in Margaret's throat, which brought a warm flush to my cheeks."Happy Christmas Mistress," I trilled, because from the moment I woke up I knew we were in the game."Happy Christmas. He reignites dead feelings in me as he finds my slit and pokes his finger inside. I turn on to my back and part my legs while hitching my nightie up past my tummy. He has certainly done this before as he rubs my clit and I reach out for his cock.Freeing it from his pyjamas I felt the full size of it, big fat and juicy and start to wank him off.“Granny hide it,” he asksI came to the conclusion that my daughter must let him fuck her seeing he is asking to hide his cock again and I think I know.