She made her fingers wet and rubbed them on her nipples. She then showed me her navel and chubby belly before finally showing her hairy pussy. She spr...ad her labia, giving me a clear view of her love hole and clit.“Do you want to lick it?” She asked after sending that snap. I would love to lick it until you beg me to fuck you, to put my cock deep inside your dirty cunt, I replied. She sent me another snap. This time, she was whispering in it while spreading her pussy.“Mmmm, you want to put your. I face palmed.-imad..oh! Can you not just leave me alone for a while?-I asked him jokingly. Only I know hoe much I loved the way it felt. -oh I know you love it honey. Come down with me if you want some food and drinks-He again started eating my boobs. After a while, I slowly pushed him away to go downstairs. He took me in his arms and took me downstairs. I was still wearing my head cover.He had some chocolates, oranges and milk. When I saw them I knew one thing. They were not just food. They. These are not your fingers, and yet your wife finds herself responding as she does with you. The fingers rub the soft cotton of your wife’s panties, feeling her vulva beneath the thin fabric. The room is warm, and the cotton damp to the touch. Perspiration, perhaps – but you know better than most your own wife’s desire, and it seems more than coincidence that the panties are wettest where those fingers continue to massage her sex. Almost without thinking your wife widens her legs still. I hated English at school. I believed if I could read, write and understand then why did I need to learn a subjective subject, that I simply did not care for and would probably never need to use, except for the basics. I wish now, that I had of paid more attention. I will, however, endeavour to do my very best to tell my story. Why write about myself? No, I am not narcissistic, I am not famous, I am not rich, others have been through tougher things in their life and I am positive there are a.