Prabhu was doing exactly how Anirudh did. He started cuddling me, kissing my neck and ears, grinding his dick against my ass.Prabhu even moved his han...d on my right boob and squeezed it. As we lay there naked, I narrated my sexual experience with Anirudh. My husband, touching me exactly, like my little cousin. Weirdly, it was turning me on.Involuntarily I moved my hand on my pussy. I remembered that just before I started narrating, my husband fucked and filled me up. I started rubbing my pussy. Then I asked him why he had to peep while I was pissing. He replied that I had seen him so he saw me. Slowly it became an argument. We were fighting for a while. Suddenly he asked me that question how was it I was shocked & I smiled. He persuaded me to answer. Then I asked him how was mine? He said he dint see anything. He asked me how it will be. I felt shy. I told him that there will be a hole from which piss comes. He asked where it will be & touched me in my crouch & asked whether it is. It took a lot of practice, but I did become good enough tomodify things without it looking like it had been altered. Still, mymeager collection of clothing left a lot to be desired and would only addto any bouts of depression brought on by my menial job and lack of money.On the occasions when my depression would get the better of me, I havefound that a trip to the mall could go a long ways toward a cure. I loveto window shop at all the fashion stores that cater to women. There issomething. Her client breathed heavily.“Yes,” she went on. “It’s going to happen. It will take a while – but you want that, don’t you?”“Uhhh!” he groaned. “Yes!”“You want to feel the urge to come,” she said. “Feel it for as long as possible. It feels good, doesn’t it? Your cock swollen and hard, ready to burst. You like feeling the tension, the pressure building up inside you, don’t you?”“Ah!” her client cried.His cock twitched violently.“But,” she went on. “It’s also sort of painful, isn’t it? The closer.