She started telling me about herself; she was married 1 year back it was arrange marriage. she staying with her hubby who works as MR and has to go ou...side state and many times Mamta has to stay alone in her flat. Initially I didn’t have any sex thoughts for her but on her birthday she was wearing sexy salwar with off sleeves and deep neck, without dupatta showing me maximum view of her sexy big boobs and trimmed smelly underarms make me go crazy for her. I decided that I will not let her go. ..a nice, 'productive' blow job; and by 'productive', I'm talking about them shooting their load of CUM! I mean, maybe a little chatter is appropriate (first-timers are often very nervous, and even a little scared, so I let them blab on a little while longer than if they were a 'regular,' but then, it's time to get on with the real reason were both there)!In my experience, it's the married guys who seem to want (or need) to talk! I guess their feeling not just nervous and scared, but a little. “Is this what you do every night?” my wife asked.I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Umm, ahh, no,” I stammered. I released my cock and tried to shutdown my computer.My wife didn’t believe me, and she angrily asked, “Are you going to stick with that lie? Because I thinkyou come down and jerk off to porn every night.”I’d never seen my wife like this. Even though she is only five-foot-two, she seemed to tower over me.It was obvious that she was in total control of the situation. I felt meek but. Jacob Currie. Currie. I run the name over and over in my head. But it’s not the name, it’s the people. My mother and father, their parents…all the things that made them of this world. It’s all gone, except for what little remains in me. And those remains are likely to vanish, too. There are no little Jake Curries running around anywhere, and I wonder if there ever will be. I’m going to be thirty-two soon, and I haven’t even met the right woman yet. Or maybe I have, and I never gave her a chance.