Who I assumed was WBF was kneeling behind me and she spread my cheeks and started rimming my ass like nothing I have ever experienced. She was not jus... licking the outside or kissing it, she was tongue fucking the hell out of me and I was loving it. She reached through my legs and started stroking me. Fuck this was amazing. My wife was a dirty cocksucker, but her best friend (well I assume), was even dirtier. I was not going to last long. She spun me around again putting my back to the screen. I heard her inhale slowly and deeply when I traced her short cleft with a curl of my middle finger. Her silky panties yielded, my fingertip hugged slightly by her labia. Her exhale was a bit shaky - a response to me finding her clit.My cock ached for release. It was now stiff and pointed down, held in place by tight boxer briefs. Fondling her pussy reminded me of the remarkable gap between her thighs and my mind automatically envisioned my erection pressing into that gap, cradled by her slender. "I need bigger boobies," I whined, getting my slight Russian accent back.I made a pouty face at myself in the mirror and giggled at my expression.And then, without a second to even think about it -- it hit me: her birthcontrol pills. Last I remembered, Felicia kept a stash in the cupboardbehind the mirror. There was plenty of feminine hormones swirling aroundin those things. Before I could stop myself I was headed for thebathroom, swaying my hips and loving the feel of my smooth and. Describing the maid named Malti, she was fair and did not looked like a maid from any angle. She had right masses at right places. At that time I was young enough to know anything about girls figure and sex. She used to stay 24 hours with me and right from waking me up to making me go to bed comfortably it was her duty.The 1st day I was not much comfortable with her as she was a stranger to me but became much friendly with Malti as days passed by. At the starting phase she did not revealed her.