I don’t know but that use to give me tingly feeling seeing those boys ogling at my GF.One day I decided to accompany her till her metro station afte... her hours. She used to get off at Pitampura metro station. If someone is from Delhi they would know that that metro station gets absolutely empty after 9 pm. I was walking down the stairs after deboarding the metro and she said she will go now and started to bid goodbye but just then I bend little forward to give a peck on her cheeks instead I. Please don't be afraid to share, as it will help." After hearing just a part of your story," said Sarah. "I don't think you should berate yourselves over what happened. Some of the things you enjoyed you should try again, on your terms. Those you didn't, put on the never to do again list and let it go. We know it is hard. I agree with Judy in that if you ask I am sure many here will assist you. There is a room with whips and paddles that you can use if you think you need to feel that again.". You convinced her, and we went to bed. I heard you fucking her next door. She was either very loud, or you were very, very good. The fucking stopped, minutes passed. I was hard and naked in my bed. I guess I was waiting. But you didn't come. It was morning when you did. The sun had only just begun illuminating the sky. You opened my door, you were naked. You were hard, so hard. It was big, curved to the left, with a beautiful purple head. You joined me under my blanket, I was moaning before you. But her eyes were fixated on that flaccid monster with a gaze of astonishment. My stomach turned to stone."Go ahead, I know you want to touch it…” The bastard encouraged my wife.I sensed that I could not even protest when she put her hands around Ritchie’s thick cock. Her delicate long fingers could not even get around it, as it started expanding in her hands. Anita slowly started stroking it while looking at it as if she was hypnotized. I was left standing inches away and started to jerk off.