Maine bola chalo tumhe room tak chod deta hoon ..Vo hans ke boli haan mujhe pata hai kaise chodoge.Hum ne ola ki aur us ke room main pahuch gaye . Roo... lock kar ke hum us ke bed room main gaye us ki friend office gai hui thi to room khali tha . Hum bed pe baith gaye aur phir smooch karne lage …kuch hi der main hum ne ek dusre ke kapde nikal fainken. Main us ke peron ka angutha muh main liya aur such karne laga …us ka figure bilkul sunny leone jaise tha aur us ke boobs bra se jhaank rahe the. My wife Ann, formerly Ann Patricia Pryell, also of Suffolk County, Virginia, wasn't a cheerleader or homecoming queen. She was an athlete like me, short, compact and a fireball. Volleyball was her sport of choice. I mouthed off to her once during our Senior Year about how girlie volleyball was, so she asked me to field a few of her serves. After she damn near took my head off four times and I had had enough to profusely apologize to her.Physically, life hasn't been good to Ann; she bore me two. When I returned home, I came up the stairs from the street making a lot of noise in case they were still at it. When I came into the living room my mother was in her transparent negligee watching television. He'd apparently gone home and she had showered."Hi, Mom. Whatcha watchin?" Nothing worth watching," she said.She grabbed a Philip Morris, lit it and patted the couch next to her."Would you like a cigarette?" Sure," I said as I sat down beside her.I thought it was strange that she was. One Sunday, she moved her luggage to my place, and we bid goodbye to the Srinivasans. And boy, things started to be different from that point onwards!I would usually be horny in the evenings and look to get good shag, but since Anita was now hanging around the house, I couldn’t really watch any porn moves on the TV in the drawing room. So I would retire to my bedroom, often stream a dirty video on the laptop, put on my headphones, pull my shorts down, get on the bed and happily shag myself..