Maine kamiz k andar hath daalke uske boobs ko dabane laga saath hi chut m dhaake bhi de rha tha wo puri madhmast hogai thi ar bolne lagi “chetan yeh...komsl mami puri ki puri tumhari hai chodo isse ar chodo” ar unhe bhi maaZA AANE laga. Tabhi sahi mauka smjh k maine apna lund unki choot m se nikala uski panty kholi ar uske gand k ched p lund ko ragadne laga ar kha “komal mami apki gaand to ar bhi komal hai “ lekin tabhi usne mere lund ko pakar liya ar kha “please ithar nai maine kabhi gaand m. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. But I look forward to our date tonight. Lately, it seems just holding you for a moment is enough before we both pass out from exhaustion. Tonight holds to be a little more. I hope. As we get ready to go upstairs, you mysteriously whisper to me, ‘Give me a few minutes to get ready.’ Then, you kiss me softly but full on the lips. I look at you quizzically but you just whisper, ‘Trust me.’ I am already excited just from the kiss. You instruct me to stay. " Then there was the 'sexual harassment' seminar. Back in high school, the girls considered it 'sexual harassment' if I said hello.Classes, however, had started well, surprisingly enough. I was taking a variety. Stanford required general-type courses, like a humanities course and a writing course. Despite being a computer geek, I had always done well in that sort of thing-especially writing. I worked hard at that. Hey, I wanted to go into computer research. I wanted to help develop the next. Denise and quite a few men flirted and drank for about an hour and a half that first night. She was rubbing their cocks under the table and on the dance floor, OMG her ass was magic as she rubbed it over their stiff cocks! Denise had chosen to wear a leopard print sheer dress with no bra and no panties. Watching her body shake under the sheer fabric had me crazy with lust. I was SO proud to know that the sexy slut on that dance floor was MY wife!There were so many guys dancing with her and.