Bringing in a glass of water, I settle into the overstuffed chair. Chris settled into my lap with her legs over the arm of the chair and her arms arou...d my neck. She ran a finger back through my hair as she looked into my eyes. ‘Thank you for the lovely day,’ she said. ‘It’s been quite awhile since I had that much fun.’ I just smiled up at her and swallowed, saying nothing, for I had nothing to say. The look in her eyes stole any words I had. She smiled, bent and kissed my lips lightly and. And he lay calm and closed his eyes.I thought about it. This was a new experience for me. I had never done anything like this before. I was thinking: that was a good fuck, the best ever on my life. This was his first fuck and I had just had my second cock other than my husband, but it wouldn’t be my last. Mehbob had really pounded My pussy, but I really wanted it like that. I did want him to fuck me again, again and again. My pussy was sore and I knew it should be, because i’ve never fucked. My second intercourse too turned out to be awkward and rather short-lived.Both these experiences left me with some bittersweet memories. On the one hand, each of these experiences was beautiful memories and on the other hand, I felt let down by the sex. I found that both of us were too shy to get kinky.I began to feel that I would never experience my sexual fantasies! But little did I know that fate had other plans. It all changed when I met my sex goddess Salma. She transformed me into a. A thin thatch of recently grown hair covering her cunt. Her legs, feet and hands were covered in grime. Her face, under the dirt, was pretty enough and her shoulder length black hair was matted and wet. Her whole body glistened from the rain and she was clearly cold."Take the towel and dry yourself."She grabbed the towel and shook it out before rubbing herself all over with it. I could see the towel becoming streaked with dirt as she did so. Ah well if my plan worked then I would have someone.