Deeper ... faster... thrusting inside rhythmically, driving me crazy with desire. You slide two fingers in and out as your mouth and tongue make love...to my pussy. You massage the walls of my pussy with the tips of your fingers, in and out, my hips thrusting to the same rhythm. I feel like I'm on fire, unable to focus on anything but the movements of your tongue and the way my body is responding. You're driving me higher and higher; I can't think of anything but release. Suddenly I reach. I was a bit surprised at how few responses I received. I was getting kind of desperate when I got a call from a guy interested in sharing the apartment. I hadn’t really thought about sharing an apartment with a guy, but….why not? I told him to come by that evening so we could meet and discuss the details.After my shift at work, I was sitting in my living room watching TV when the prospective roommate knocked on the apartment door.When I opened the door I saw a fairly attractive man….maybe 4. My husband encouraged me to take the job. At first our sex life suffered, I was gone most of the week and my husband was busy entertaining clients on weekends. During the week we subsisted on phone sex and quickies. Our once or twice a weekend visits to swinger parties, sex clubs or an adult bookstore were cut to once or twice a month. I was starting to get frustrated and it showed, ok I was becoming a bitch. My husband started encouraging me pick up guys when I was traveling for work. At first. 3 height around 60 kg weight, she braided her hair and it’s black thick and long, she kept her braid in front and it’s falling in between perfectly round shaped breasts, which are huge, she is wearing a churidar, her face looks round and she is fair in color her lips are kinda shaped like Angelina jollies lips, her face looks like bhuvaneswari from Telugu movies, she has lusty eyes when I am passing by she keeping the fanta bottle to her lips cheeks and face and rubbing it, I hesitated to move.