. So again who gussa mai boli ki who yeh sub nahi bata sakti and cam off karke chali gayi..Mine 2-3 mins wait kiya but usne chating fir sa shuru kardi.... and is baar who linkna lagi.. Usna jo lika who aap subka liya..‘Mai shadi ka baad housewife rahongi.. and uska ghar ane ka intazaar karongi.. Jub who sham ko ayega to mai uski pasand ki ya to sexy sari ya nighty pehnongi .. Saree satin ki hogi and red color ki.. Wo mujha red saree mai dekhega and uski sari thakan khatam ho jayagi.Mai usko hug. "What now?" I asked."Move into the bedroom. Remove those panties and sit on the armchair with your legs spread over the armrests."I complied with her instructions, feeling like a total slut with my pussy and ass on display so obscenely. Despite having had her face in between my thighs so often, this felt so lewd.She knelt on the floor and examined me minutely. "Not too bad," she said, "just a few stray hairs to remove."The next thing I knew, she had applied lotion to my sensitive areas, affixed. As I gently stroke, gently pinch, my mouth waters. I want to know the taste. You touch yourself, cupping your breast from beneath, offering it to me, offering it to my lips to devour. My fingers free your nipple and my hand goes to your back. I pull you to me. My lips find their way and I suck. Your nipple, pliant and ready, is drawn between my lips and my tongue flutters over its tip. Another moan escapes you, this time animal-like, from deep within. You. ’ I smiled and then quickly added, ‘Just for a few seconds is all.’ ‘You aren’t very funny.’ ‘Neither was chasing that damn cat.’ ‘So what are you doing so it won’t happen again?’ ‘I’m not doing anything, because it isn’t my cat.’ ‘So this could happen again.’ ‘If she doesn’t figure how Roscoe is getting out of the house I guess it could happen again if the cat decides to come visit me.’ Well Wendy settled down after that and the Roscoe problem wasn’t brought up again. I thought about Wendy’s.