Giving me a pretty clear hint, she took my hands and put them on her head. She pulled my dick out of her mouth just long enough to say to me “you kn...w you want too.” Taking my cue I wrapped my fingers in her hair and got a good grip. She sat there awaiting my guidance, so I gave her a tug and away she went. She only proved that guidance from me was unnecessary. Taking over control I had my way with her mouth. This bitch was amazing! No matter how hard or how deep I pounded her throat, she. ..... buttoning up a tight white shirt breast's straining at the cotton as it clung to still pert breasts, her panties tight on her mound, moistness soaking them. That's when I KNEW this experience was what I had dreamed of for a long time, all those times I pumped my shaft with my fist, hot cum bursting all over my chest, boots she pulled out boots..... not knee high but thigh high leather spiked heels ones ( my first love ) still bound, eyes stuck on her hands slowly zipping them in front of. She was my everything until that day in Afghanistan when my world ended with a big bang and her shattered Humvee flipping over in mid-air. I was soon edited out of her life. I had to watch her buried from a distance, watch as the mother who'd thrown her out like she was garbage accepted her flag. While I--who'd shared her life and bed for years-- was shut out of the service. I watched as they were acknowledged while I was ignored. They wouldn't even let me serve as a pallbearer.And that's why I. Her father Kunju Nair, mother Priya Nair and elder sister Puja Nair who is 3 years older. My in-laws got married at an early age (coming from a village background) when she was 19 and my father-in-law was 20.My father-in-law moved to Bangalore after marriage. He started working in a construction company as a clerk and settled there. During the initial days, my father-in-law stayed alone in Bangalore and used to commute between Althur (village name) and Bangalore. He used to come once or twice.