Wo boli k bs karo ab aur bardasth nahi kar skti main aur wo jhad gayi…. Phr maine aapna underwear b utar diya aur aapna lund uske hath me de k kha k...tu b suck kar isse…. Phle to usne mana kar diya but mere bar bar khne pe wo maan gayi.. Uske mere lund ko chute hi mere pure shareer me ek bijli si daud gayi.. Uske komal komal hathon me mera lund aur bataan gaya.. Phr usne muh me dal k suck karna starr kiya but 2 hi min me bhr nikal diya aur khti bas… Maine bhi kha thek hai qki ab main b rok nahi. The time between graduation from college and a point two summers gone was filled with a now-defunct marriage. I’d been much chubbier and shier in high school, not to mention my nerdy predilections – not a good combination for an active love life. I was a virgin until I was twenty one. So when I got to a point where I was comfortable in my skin, I was thrilled when a girl showed some interest in me. A few had before that, but I was so insecure, I just always assumed I was about to be the butt of. She was looking at thelock and key and had a strange smile on her face.The waxing went as usual. I could tell she was thinning my brows morethan the last time. And she spent a little extra time plucking strays.Next she did my underams. Wow did that hurt. She laughed as she saw acouple tears roll down my cheeks. "You need to have a little pain to bebeautiful Brenda" she said. Then she started on the brazillian.I swear she was trying to make it hurt a little more than usual. Shesaid she wanted to. My legs tied together, my hands overhead. I was lost ina fantasy dream that my wife was there. She was dressed in all blackleather, had a whip in hand and was punishing me for something. I wasenjoying the moment with the occasional fear of a sign of someonetrespassing or some noise. I was well into about 30 minutes when I hearda gas mower start up. My heart started racing as I don't have locks onmy gates. My back yard has a second set of gates so you enter theoutside gate first, then the inner.