I told her that she is going to kiss and lick every inch of my body, except for my cock, ball and ass. She starts with my ears, across my forehead to ...he other side working her way down my neck across the top of my chest to my nipples. I said, stay on my nipples until I order you to stop, bite, lick and nibble on them. I try not to, but I can't help but moan, biting my nipples has a direct route to my cock and instantly makes me hard. As she is pleasuring my nipples, I noticed that she was. She had a rather large hour glass shape with big thick legs. It all started after my wife experienced endometriosis. The pain she felt was so bad it made her cry. We went for months without having sex. I decided to go see Margaret. That was a pretty bold move that could have gotten me fired had it backfired. But she let me into her house and we talked. I remember her nipples poking her tee shirt jiggling around under the almost see through white cotton shirt. She seemed to know it was turning. Even I became comfortable with him and started sharing my feelings with him. One day he called me and told to meet him at his friend’s room the next day. He said his friends won’t be there and we can have fun. I was reluctant and happy also. He texted the address . The next day , I waited till my hubby leave the house. I got shower and draped a black saree with a deep necked blouse with a purple lingerie inside, got make up with a red lipstick on and left to that room. I reached the room. I. No problem. Where are you going? She dropped her head as he pulled away, making sure he kept his speed down this time. Nowhere. Anywhere. I dont know. You dont know where youre going? He grinned wider at this fortuitous turn of events. What did you do? Run away from home? Yeah, she said softly, fiddling with her fingers. Where are you from? Podunk nowhere, Kentucky, she said bitterly. I was trying to get to New York, but two days ago, I was mugged in Lexington, and they took everything, so.