Our love sessions were always limited to oral sex or masturbation. Our fluids spilled over each other, but I never came inside of her.Keiko never told...me she loved me, either. I told her time and time again of my love for her, and she never refused my love. She never ran from me or pushed me away. We did all the same things normal couples did who expressed their love for each other. Keiko just never was able to put it into words.I never got tired of her, even though she wouldn't "put out," so. “Ohhh Mr. Sam, what are you doing???”I was shocked it was arti wearing my wife’s dress but they almost have the same structure so I failed to recognize as I was mentally so occupied.I was shocked but I didn’t step back.I wanted someone desperately.And her warmth, the smell of her body gave me a sense of reliability which I never felt with my wife.I finally pulled myself together and stepped back.“I am sorry, I thought its kavya, you wearing her dress, I am sorry,” I said.“It’s ok, didi gave me. After some time, I was curious to also go meet her lips. I hadn’t had enough of her lips. We kissed again for a while. A long while. This time it was her hands pressing my face closer to hers. One arm held my back and kept caressing there too.I sat up and pulled her up too. We shared few small romantic kisses and I reached down to the area between her legs and over her tight leggings I could feel the soft garden of love. The softness only added to my hardness and she too reached over to feel my. He was actually a little grossed out by the idea; in no small part because essentially he’d be licking his own jism, which would’ve still been inside Marcy. He worried that the taste of her cunt might make him gag.“Come on,” Marcy said, in a once again sweet voice, as she wiggled her hips teasingly. “I won’t bite,” she joked.Paul poked his tongue out. Half way, and then with a bit of resolve, all the way. He made a timid, brisk lick that barely skimmed her inner lips. Marcy didn’t even seem to.