Diya aur maine supriya se agle din baat ki toh uski awaj suni toh main toh awaj ka hi diwana ho gaya. Uss se kisi tarah milne ka prog. banaya, usne ap...e ghar hi bulaya,, sach kahoo toh mujhe thaa ki thodi age zayada hogi mamta se,,,, aur main usee impress karne ke liye ek rose le kar gaya jaise hi main uske ghar gaya ek fully matured lady ne darwaza khola maine usse dekh kar kaha supriyaa ji se milana hai wo boli andar aaiyee aur mujhe laga shayd koi aur hai yee,, kyoki wo kafi aged lag rahi. She bunched his shirtfront in her hands, pulling him to her. She kissed him, angry, crushing her lips to his, keeping him off balance, shirt threads tearing, popping as she pushed him against the wall. Greg fought to keep up, ears ringing, arms encircling her as she writhed, twisted against him. She ground herself into him, tearing at his shirt. The buttons fell, plastic chiming against the tiles as she pulled his shirt off of his shoulders, fingernails on his chest now, searing, tearing his. I thought that’s weird she never sleeps without her underwear.I was laying there wondering should I push my cock toward my wife’s tight pussy or not?, then I thought well if she decided to finally go without her underwear, she must want some.. So I pushed my cock forward, I felt her body move slightly, kind of repositioning so I could easily enter her. I pushed a little harder, when finally I felt my cockhead push past her boundary, her pussy felt warm and tight, I could feel my precum and her. I quit. Or you fired me or whatever you want to call it. But we’re done. I won’t be sleeping with you again. I won’t be working for you anymore. You’re crazy, plain and simple! Paranoid doesn’t begin to cover it! You have serious drug addictions up the wazoo, you have serious delusions of grandeur or conspiracy or what have you, and you have serious, sick kinks that I could never go for, not in a million years! So, get it through your thick skull. I’m not asking. I’m demanding my last two.