Kyunki meree man mein chor thha so merte haath kaanpne lage…ek behad khoobsuratPunjabi aurat mere saamne thi…kasa hua salwaar suit pahne…andar k...li bra hai…main dekh chuka hoon…paseene se bra ki outline bhi peeth par dikhne lagi…us paseene ki khushbooo se main madhosh ho raha thha…kitni hi raaten maine is aurat ke jism ko chhone ke naam par muth maar kar bitaaye hain…main soch hi raha thha ki woh boli kya hua …laga na…aur woh deewan par baith gayee…main deewan ke oopar peechhe ki taraf aaya. The quicker she was on her knees the quicker he was fucking her again. He was large, but it was the thickness that drove her wild. She would beg if it meant he would take her over and over. This time, he wasn’t nice about sinking in. He thrust firm and fast. His balls slapped against her clit and she bounced, nearly hitting her head on the headboard. He caught her and grabbed her by the hips to manhandle her a little lower away from the headboard. He then set a pace that most men would die to. My wife enjoyed the benefits of these “fantasies” and I was grateful she was more than willing to oblige, although I dare never mention to her my thoughts. Now, back to where I started. Sorry for the history lesson, but I feel as if it gives what I am going to tell you more of a background. Amanda had sent the girls upstairs to wash up for dinner and she and I went to the kitchen to set out the take out she had brought in. Her way of “making up” for being late she said. She also said. Then, without any hesitation, I told that I wanted to kiss her. She ignored me a couple of times and then said okay only if I kept it a secret.I told her that she’s my best friend. I wouldn’t tell anything happened between us to anyone. I moved slowly near her and kissed her neck first. She didn’t react anything first and then slowly she put her arms around me and hugged me while I was kissing.After a couple of minutes, I went near her cheeks and kissed them. I bit them slightly and then put my.