Honestly.’ He reached over and pulled me to him, so that my head was resting on his shoulder. He felt warm and comfortable and I started to relax a ...it more especially when he continued to slowly caress my breast and nipple. ‘It’s hard to describe’ I said ‘In one way I felt dirty and cheap. It was horrible because he stank, I almost gagged’ he placed my hand over his crotch area of his jeans and I could feel already that he was aroused, so I started to rub him through his jeans. ‘Go, on’ he. He slides his hands more along the sides of her ribs, then actually brushing the sides of her breasts as he comes up to her shoulders. She starts to get a tingly feeling between her legs as he keeps up with his ‘risque’ massage, partly in anticipation/wondering how this will continue. He then reaches to her arm, and, starting at her shoulder, starts to massage down her arm and into her fingers. He is directly on the side of her, with her arm hanging off the edge. His hands go in a circular. Her words were like magic for me and she got me hornier. I couldn’t wait anymore so i bent her over and lifted her saree and started to penetrate her from behind. She moaned as my head entered her pussy and i slowly gor my whole dick inside of her.She let out a little shriek and moaned, “ Kitna bada hai apka lund, phaad do isse meri chut ko aur apni ungli meri gaand mein bhi daaalo.”I understood she was the “Chudakkad” type, you know horny 24*7, In short my kind of woman.So i started her. During this time I came to know and like Jen more than I had during their two year marriage. She was a very likable woman. She was full of humor. Young and full of energy and go-ahead-spirits out of this world. She had before the birth of their child dragged my son out on various adventures from 'White River Rafting' to a season-ticket at a theater. She wasn't a beautiful woman as such, but she had charm and an aura of pure femininity that made her adorable. A frizzy hair-do framed her cute.