I'll have to look them up in an atlas... The Mediterranean. My, my. Send us a postcard showing some scenery of the islands. May I write you?... Just a...second. Let me get a pad and pen."I motioned for Mom to stay seated and grabbed paper and pen from the counter."Go ahead," Mom said and jotted down an address, probably the same mail-drop address Sandy had given me. Because Sandy and I talked once or twice a day, we hadn't written to each other."Yes, he's sitting beside me, holding my hand.... The tension and fire slowly spreading over every muscle in my body. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through penetration alone before. He leans over me, hooking his arms through the back of my knees, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My knees are level with my face. (I’m very flexible). This angle allows him to thrust deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my back, feeling my orgasm building beneath. For the next 30 minutes, my wife bounced up and down on Dave’s shaft and rolled through three more climaxes. Dave then rolled my wife over and impaled her again, her legs lewdly spread and raised so that I could also watch every detail of the intense fucking: my wife’s sloppy-wet pussy lips grabbing at Dave’s thick, wet cock, her puckering asshole as he slammed in and out, his heavy balls rocking against her ass-cheeks with each of his powerful thrust. My wife came twice more… and my own cock. She was throwing her legs here and there in excitement.I kept eating her ass flesh and biting all around her inner thighs and calf area. She started shouting. Raj, fuck me please. Don’t tease me now…..y, I can’t take it anymore blah blah. . she bluntly said that Dev never loved her like this and she pleaded to fill her pussy with my cum. She was using hindi slangs …. chodoo muujheee, ab nahi raha ja raha, khub jor se chodo, please raj . I will die if you leave me like this….. Put your dick in.