. Fir mai is baat ko bhool gaya . Fir ik meere ghar me koi nahi tha to mai bf ki cd laga kar dekh raha tha acanak doar bell baji maine tv band karke d...kha pooja mere ghar aa gayi aur mujhse books mangne lagi maine kaha ki dhoond ke de donga usne kaha tumne dhoond liya aur de diya chalo abhi dhonndo us din mere ghar me bhii oi nahi tha maine kaha chalo satha me dhoohndte hai usne kaha cahlo hum dono mere room chale gaye aur mere study table mai books dhoondhne lage na chate hue bhi 2-3 baar uske. A sharp intake of breath tells me I have found your sensitive little bud, and I thrust my finger in and out of your tight little pussy. I pause before each stroke to fiddle with your clit with the tip of my finger before plunging my middle finger back in through the tight elastic opening of your sweet little fuck hole. My other fingers gently rub back and forth over the soft, silky hair that lightly covers the outer lips of your pussy. Along the crease of your perfectly smooth inner thighs my. Stephie pulled back, lifting her tits and said, "Come on, honey. Lick these. My nipples are really sensitive."I bent to lick her held offerings, and sure enough, her breathing quickly became ragged and shallow as she heated up. Still sucking one of her inch-long nipples, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. She kicked them away and stepped back onto the bed, climbing into the middle. She propped up on three pillows and spread her legs.I climbed in after her. The kind of freedom they all shared took away at least one major part of the reason marriages didn't last, and Stephanie vowed never to allow herself into a restricted sex life again. This was too much fun.When the children returned, they ran laughing to the pool, tearing off their clothes. She heard them splashing in the pool, and walked over to pick up the discarded garments, sniffing at the crotch of Matty's panties, smelling her cream. She stood back from the sliding doors, watching them..