Helen had taken to masturbating with her dildo every night trying to expend her building sexual frustration. She cried out her son's name over and ove... and then cried herself to sleep. She felt helpless in her own home, unable to confront her fervent wishes and embarrassing fears.The phone rang one afternoon as Helen stared dejectedly at the flickering television. Her usual tidy habits had fallen into occasional fits and spurts to keep order in her home. Truthfully, neither she nor her son. Fir hum ek dusre se apni sari personal bate bhi share karne lage aur ese hi hum ek dusre ke karib aa gaye ek dam close friend’s type…Fir humne numbers exchange kiya aur call pe bate hone lagi ghanto bhar tak bate karte rehte hum usne ek din muje bataya ki mera hubby ke pas mere liye hi nahi hai muje pyaar hi nahi karta mere liye kabhi time nahi nikalta muje laga aaj loha garam hai hathoda maar hi deta hu mene bola me hu na tumhare liye wo sharma gayi aur hasne lagi mene bol sachi bol raha hu I. Kab idea try ker raha tha per mila nahi fir 1 din mene apne frnd ko kaha ki tu mere 1 kaam ker dega to wo bola kya kaam hai mene usko puri story batai to usne pahle naa bola per mene usko b blackmail kiya ki agar tune mere kaam nahi kiya to teri sigrate & daruwali pict tere family ko dikhadunga & mene tujhe jitne rs. Abhi tak diye hai wo de de ..to yeh sun ker usne haan bol diya…Fir 1 din wo priya ko thoda-2 tang kerne laga ..jaha b milti to baat shuru ker deta. Per wo ans nahi deti…… 1 din. Her hips began to rock in ever-increasing tempo so he knew that she too was nearing climax.He felt his cum rise from his balls and up his shaft. It burst forth from him into her and she reacted with an orgasm of her own. She pitched forward and pressed her upper body to his. Their sweat soaked bodies provided multiple paths for the electrical current. It raced through them stimulating them even more and Kurt continued to pulse in her. Their climax began to taper and the electrical current.