It was more powerful than anything she had ever felt and she couldnot believe how strong and persistent it was. Motionless, she wanted tocry out, scre...m to him, allow him to feel her. One part of her wanted tomake the intensity stop, it was getting too much, but nothing would coolher down. This continued uninterrupted until he exited the shower, wipedhimself clean and grabbed Sharon by the nylon and began pulling her overhim. The left leg first, then the right one. He slowly edged her over. She leaned down and wrapped his cock between her breasts. He moaned as she encircled him with her flesh, moving up and down so that just the tip would emerge from between their silky embrace. When his stiff flesh was close enough, she licked it, toying with him before moving and having it disappear in her cleavage again. He started to move his hips and thrust his erection up and down her soapy flesh. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her closer as he thrust faster. With little warning, he. She wasn’t quite the happy camper she had been over the past years. She hadn’t returned to the bad-tempered woman of pre-childbirth, but she was definitely a lot quieter and moody. She was in her middle thirties and nowhere near menopause, so it couldn’t be that. Just the same, I spent quite a bit of time telling her how beautiful she was, and how happy I was with her and our family. She would acknowledge my compliments and offer a vague smile, but still I thought something had changed. I was. His other hand was stroking his own lund furiously through his trousers.“Take your clothes off and sleep on bed” he commanded. With shaking fingers I untied my saree and let it fall around my knees. Then I reached on my back to unhook my blouse and pulled it out of my hands. My heavy breasts were slightly hanging with their wiehgt in my brassiere. I unhooked it in front and took it off too. Finally I pulled the cord of my petticoat and let it fall around my ankles. Standing only in my white.