His lips brushed against her, so light she thought for a moment she had imagined it. Until her lips firmly closed around her clit and gave it a rough ...uck.She gasped, her back arching but not getting far with the way she was tied. Oh, no. Not this. Anything but oral. How could she not come with his lips and tongue and teeth so effectively teasing her most sensitive parts? It had to be impossible.He teased back the hood of her clit with his tongue, lightly tickling at the sensitive nerve endings. It was early summer, about 7p.m. so the soft dusk light didn’t yet require the street lamps to be lit.“Honey?” my wife called from the kitchen. “Can you grab that? I’m finishing the risotto.” I grinned. I loved her black truffle risotto. Jenny was always a solid cook, but that risotto was her signature dish, perfected over the twenty years of living together as husband and wife. In a lot of ways, that risotto signified our relationship. Hearty and reliable; tweaked and fine-tuned in small. “But just in case you need a little boost, make sure that the next deer you bring back is a buck with a nice you know what.”“I get the message,” Clark reacted and they all laughed, except the baby girls who continued making gurgling and babbling sounds.“So, after this next trip down to the farm, we should be able to bring up the last corn, apples and potatoes, and can then have a little party to celebrate Fifi’s and Trish’s first birthday. What do you think?” Sally asked.“Don’t we also want to. Bhabhi ne bhi mujhe kas kar apne aalingan me kas kar jakar liya aur chumme ka jawab dete hue mere munh me apni jeev thel di. Hai kya swadist aur raseele jeev thee. Mai bhi unki jeev ko jor jor se chusne laga. Humara chumma pahale pyar ke sath halke me tha phir pure josh ke sath.Kuch der tak to hum aise hi chipke rahe, phir mai apne hont bhabhi ki nazuk gallon par ragar ragar kar chumne laga. Phir bhabhi ne meri pith par se hath upar la kar mera sar pakar liya aur use neeche ki taraf thela. Mai.