She smiled. She never called it her cunt before. Back when she was married. She frowned. She was still married. Wasn't she? It was hard to think and b...sides, it didn't matter. She came again. John nodded toward her window and she turned her head. Two men in the next car were staring at her, eyes wide. She smiled and threw her head back, rubbing herself harder. She loved it when men watched. The light changed and John turned the corner and onto the sidestreet. It was Maple. Belle used to live. I avoided coming in contact with her button at first, I was afraid of making it so sensitive that she’d want me to stop. She had a subtle scent that drove me wild and my immediate impulse was to mount her and fuck her silly.I kissed and sucked her labia and felt her respond with moans and movement of her legs when the pleasure was intense. I ran my tongue up her slit and moved my fingers to her opening and before I got one knuckle deep she pressed her legs together, “Stop Larry,” she said, “I. Pooja was standingbeside me holding my arms showing her support towards me but that was notenough. Raj's mother came screaming at me, "You could not keep my sonhappy, what is the use of your sacrifice when there is no result, youagreed to marry Raj and thought you obliged us but alas I am sorry to saythat you have failed. I am scared that because of you, I may even lose myson." With this she started crying heavily and Raj's father then took herto her room.It was best decided that I go away from. That was exactly what I'd been intending. She had done nothing at all to change my opinion of her. If even half the rumors about her were true, giving one more blow job shouldn't matter that much to her. She'd been the one to offer. I hadn't asked her for anything. She had offered me some money, and when I hadn't accepted her offer, she had proposed giving me the blow job. "If I do it, you have to promise me first not to blow off in my mouth, all right?"I shut the scooter back down and started.