Only half an hour? Nee tholu valavaaali.? antoo non stop ga naa vattaallo kottasaagaru. Nenu bhayamkaramga edustu… vaddu athagaru. kottoddu athagaru... mee banisanu mee penta thintaanu ani brathimaalaanu.Ma athagaru na mukkunu virustu thana mukkubokkalu laavu chestu nannu viraga kottaaaru. Murthy adi chusi na wife mukku motham notlo pettukuni sallanu kasa kasa pisakasaagadu. Murthy modda full temper tho lechi voogutunnadi. Danni surprising ga chustu anjamma Chudandamma nagamani garu. entha. She stopped moving up and down his cock and started pushing up at the rim of his glans with her fingers. She moved her oily palm over his tip where he was most sensitive. He felt rock hard, distended to the uttermost, cock bursting with blood. She pushed her thumb up and down at the join at the front of his glans. The base of his cock squeezed, the top of the shaft gripped in her hand, her thumb pressing against the centre rim of his glans - it was too much. Suddenly a great jerk of cum shot up. As we chatted, she moved closer to me and there was more contact: a touch, a pat, and a couple of times when we were laughing over something she would lean into me as if hugging. Still there was nothing firm. Nothing that said for sure anything other than what was happening was going to happen. Soon the bar was closing, and I paid the check and we headed for the door. As I held the door for her, she asked the question:"My place?" Sure", I replied. I took her hand and we walked the several. My desire was like a burning fire, spreading and getting more intense as time went by. One particular evening that sticks out in my mind as the most exciting started with just me. Letting myself into Tom’s apartment I sauntered towards his luxurious black leather sofa that sat on the far wall. I was hoping he would catch a glimpse of my scantily clad body, swaying from side to side as I walked across the room. I sat, legs crossed and surveyed the scene. Tom wasn’t there. Where on.