I was still quite awake and fantasizing about what I’d have done then if I’d had knowledge of the future. I pondered over and over how, even if it...were possible, changing the past would obliterate my present. I had no desire to lose my wife or family, and felt bad for even entertaining thoughts of “what if” and fantasies about an ex who wasn’t even an ex! What had happened between Ruth and I was woven into the tapestry of who and what sort of man I was today. I wouldn’t change that for a. Bahut maza aa raha tha.. Itna bada aur mota tha ki muh mai lena bhi mushkil ho rha tha.. Pura muh kholke koshish ki to deere deere under ki taraf liya.. Meri to sans atkane lagi thi..Deere deere apni muh ko aage piche karne laga.. Such mai kya lund tha.. Bahut maza aa raha tha uska lund chusne mai.. Maine muh se bahar nikala lund ko aur use kaha ki yaar tumhara lund to bahut hi mast hai aur aur bahut hi swadist bhi.. Man karta hai ki hamesha ke liye ye mera ho jaye.. Usne kaha jab bhi hame moka. Before I could even think of poking my finger into her wet pussy, she jerked with erotic pleasure, her knees squeezing together and her quivering body relaxed as her wave of passion took center stage.The lights of the store would have given anyone a good look at two people in the after throes of erotic pleasure. My pants were still unzipped, my limp noodle, out for the world to see. Her shorts were pulled down in front, exposing her brownish muffin of pubic hair , with remnants of her love. I leaned over him and said "who's the cowboy now? Looks like I'm about to saddle up!" Then pushed my tip into his asshole he flailed around as I let it lay there just inside him then sliding a little more. He attempted to scream, gagged with his stinky underwear he couldn't get much out. I then proceeded in deeper he writhed underneath me until I sank it all the way in my body weights holding him down and laying flat in his back I whispered "I'm ready to ride cowboy" pulled out and put it back.