"OH YES, YES!" Her hand moved to the huge bulge in my jeans. She started rubbing it. "I want your cock." I tugged on her pants, and with her help I p...lled them down around her ankles. She laid on my bunk, her shirt up around her neck, one of her tits hanging out of her bra and naked from there down except her little white socks. Certainly, a gift for the taking, I thought. I dropped to my knees, grabbing her inner thighs I spread her legs wide exposing her sweat little muff, glistening with. Her face was scrunched up as if in pain, her eyes closed and her lips quivering, but from the moans she made and the motions she moved in it was plain to see that she was, simply put, having a good time. The man stood next to the edge of the table, his large but gentle hands holding his beloved down; one squeezing her plush hip, the other manhandling her voluptuous breast. He was fucking her like a man in love, sensually and lovingly but also firmly. He wanted her to feel good first. He was a. I was half lying on sofa and she was lying in my lap, placing her head on just above my abdomen. I was caressing her shoulders and we were chatting and laughing about the funny scenes of the movie we just have came after watching. Then suddenly I ask her “hey Kavita…. why not you wear those sarees and show me”“Let’s see how good they look on you”…. she got excited about the idea but soon with a disappointment said “but…blouse and petticoat were not ready…they need a stitch”I said “so what, just. My desire for her was practically uncontrollable. It took all my self-control to keep myself from pushing her hard to embark on a sexual relationship. Both of us were in marriages that lacked passion and romance; but it was hard for her to go against every rule about marriage and relationships that she had ever held.One evening, in her car, our making out got especially intense. She had allowed me to unclasp her bra and to caress, kiss and lightly nibble on her lovely, dense breasts. While my.