" His voice is edgy and he is clearly frustrated by this situation already."Okay, well, first of all 'Whew!'. I was afraid I was one of those women wh... was finding out she had been married to a gay man. To be clear - you do not want to be with a man? Please look at me when you answer," I plead, reaching for one of his hands.He takes my hand and his eyes meet mine. They look like he is in pain. "No, I am not gay or bisexual. I just fantasize about being in that position sometimes - with you. Bhabhi puri tareh madhosh ho chuki thi maine unhe apni bahon main bher liya or unke hotho ko chusne laga.Phir maine unki saree nikalne laga ab wo mere samne bus blouse or paticoat main hi thi maine unka blouse or paticoat bhi khol diya ab wo mere samne sirf black bra panty main hi thi or kya sex boomb lag rahi thi uske bade bade boobs uski chut jaishe to mujhe bula rahe ho bhabhi or main kafi der tak forplay kerte rahe ishi doran bhabhi ne meri chaddi nikal di or mera lund jo puri tareh se lohe. Finally, breathless, they pulled back and looked at each other. ‘What…what are we…doing?’ Carla panted, her body trembling in Bert’s arms. ‘I’m…I’m not sure,’ Bert stammered. His hand moved to her face and stroked it lightly. Then his caress moved down her neck to the bare expanse of her chest. ‘Bert…please…we…we shouldn’t!’ Carla murmured. But her protest was weak and she didn’t move, didn’t make any effort to stop him. Exhilaration filled her and goose bumps pebbled her skin as she. Myra would lower herself to my side with her mouth open and my cock swallowed, only my balls hanging out, but they were wet from licking and sucking. She made me float to stay in her mouth where I was buried, until she was relaxed laying on my side, my cock stiff and bulging in her very wet open mouth. Usually around this time, Myra would almost gurgle as she would say "please don't cum in my mouth" - which I shrugged off, knowing that her mouth was where I was going to deposit. I loved the way.