What makes her so much better? That she can sit smugly in an empty subway car looking down at me.I'm just as good as she is!No, not really.She's a Nun... a woman of the faith.Still how can she tell I just got off work?Is the smell of smoke and alcohol that strong?It must be, she couldn't possibly see my outfit beneath these cloths.But she knows, I just know it. The way she keeps looking at me from time to time, with that look of lowly pity... and disgust.Well what the hell does she want from me?. She pulled down his pants, and began to pull his stretchy foreskin back, and then she sucked him off. My GOD he was so much bigger than me! My tiny cock got so hard at only 4 inches that I felt as if it was going to pop like a balloon. I had never been so hard in my life until I saw my wife with another man. Am I horny for her, or is it also for his sexiness? This is one of my most confusing times right here. I would later feel a small discharge coming out of me. My useless cock was juicing out. Me (softly): I am very exhausted, Divya. Can you please give me some rest and maybe can you also massage my back?She did not like my request. She acted as though she got very angry. She caught my hair(with her left hand) and pulled my head up. For a few moments, she glared into my eyes.Suddenly she raised her right hand high up. I got a feeling that she was going to give me a tight slap. I did not have any time to think, dodge, or block it.I closed my eyes, and I accepted whatever she was going. As their tongues did the dance of lovers, his hand slid beneath her jacket, in search of her breasts. To his surprise she was not wearing a bra and he could trace the outline of her nipples against the fabric of her blouse. He pulled the hardening nipple between his fingers and pinched it lightly. He kissed her again and then said, “Oh darling, I love to play with your gorgeous tits!” She giggled, blushed, and purred, “Oh Randy, I love the way you touch my every curve. Honey, you’re making more.