I could hear him fumbling with the keys and the door lock trying to get in. I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer that he would pass out downstair... on the couch and that my c***dren wouldn't be the object of his rage. But in preparation that he would make it up stairs to me I readied myself. I took off my sweat pants and baggy T-shirt that I wear to bed and removed the sheets. I learned my lesson about three years into our marriage when he had started drinking on a nightly basis. I. I started working late in the nights and come back exhausted and hit the bed right away. But, little by little, I started getting back to normal, and spent my time browsing at home.My life, in short, was a barren land, in the sense that I had very few sexual encounters. More often, I usually am satisfied with an online chat with some of the folks that I have met over for a coffee or lunch/dinner. I have quite a few such friends who are interested in doing a video (using skype or yahoo video. SsshhMai kuchh der me sar utha ke sans lete huye us masoom chehre ko dekh raha tha. Jo anand se pasina pasina horaha tha. Uski nazar mili to ..Puja —- —- —- — kyu jija .. Kaisa laga, apni sali ki chuchi chooskar. Ab batao kiski jyada swadist hai .. Didi ki ya meri.Mai —- —- —uski chuchi to mai ajkal choosta hi nahi, badi hai, par tumhari tarah kadak aur gadde dar nahi rahi. Thank you puja jo tumne mujhe apni chuchiyo ke kabil samjha.Puja —- —- —- –ap ise mera guru dakshina samajhiye. They are smooth between the legs.I keep thinking of a prick sliding into my cunt... or maybe my mouth. My mouth is actually getting wet thinking about that. I tried it once and was so scared that my mouth was dry. I had to take a big swig of Coke in order to do anything and then my mouth fizzed up and I almost choked. The boy liked it, but I swore I would never try it again.I’m also thinking about a prick sliding into my ass. I’ve never done that, but now I wouldn’t mind trying it. In fact, I’m.