Meanwhile he was pressing my ass…I started moaning even louder aaaaaahhhhhhh aaaaahhhhh mmmmmmm….And dug his head into my pussy…He was a pro at ...oing it.. Then he inserted his tongue into my vagina and started moving it…Then he increased his speed and even bit it….Then he came up to me…And started rubbing his dick on my pussy…Aahhh I was getting mad with his every moment and couldnt control myself…Then he adjusted his dick in my tight pussy and hardly pushed it inside….Aaaaaaahhh I shouted as. . 24 lag rahi thi ladke na pani piya or Thanks Aunty bola or mummy se gas ki book mangi mummy na almari se nikli or jaan k book niklne k chakar mai aapni bra nikal k bed pe fhak de ki kha rahki hai book karte howe jab ki book wo hi rahkti hai humesh ye din mai karib 2 baje ki bat hogi garmi k time sab under hote hai maa na book de paise dene k leye aapne blouze mai hath dal k pars nikal k dene lagi par deye nhi or boli garmi bhut hai toda aram kar loPhir chale jana ladke na bola nhi aunty bhut. Her body was demanding more. She wanted him to quench the fire that was burning with in her. Her cunny wanted him more with every movement of his fingers on her body. She could feel her clit standing erect already protruding from its hood as though actively searching for his touch. She felt his fingers slide past her now trickling moistness, as she heard herself beg for him to touch her. Her need for this masseuse was desperate! She no longer was in the world that she owned but had been. He was going to be my wingman if needed and help clear a path for me to have some fun. With a firm plan now in place I knew I could now talk to any guy, when the inevitable questions come about who I am out with and is he your husband / boyfriend then the answer will be simply…he is just my friend. We took off our wedding rings, my husband put them in his wallet, and we hatched a plan to buy a round of Vodka shots and see if ‘beard guy’ and his mate wanted to join us in drinking them at our.