If he had opened them, he would have seen me standing behind my daughter, because my feet had taken me into the room. My body seemed to be acting as i...f someone else was controlling it. I was in a daze, lost between fury and resentment, pain and desire. How could she do this, how could she be sucking some boy’s cock right here in my living room, in my house, on my sofa. Why would she? And why wasn’t she doing that to me? I almost groaned at that thought, and my hand unzipped my fly. I pulled out. Sakal bela sabai snan kore jalkhabar khelo. Ami snan korte gelam. Bathroom giye ami amake bhalo bhabhe dekhlam. Ami dekhlam je amar mai besh phulo phulo mone hochhe, maier bonta gulo besh sakhto aar kalche kalche lagche. Amar gudtao besh phola phola laggche aar tar char dike kal ratreete beruno ras gulo sukiye sgada shada papree jome ache aar char char korche. Ami jakhon snan korbar someye amar gaye aar gude saban lagachillam takhon dekhlam je amar guder konta besh sakhto aar khoob ton ton. Finally we both erupt simultaneously, crying out aloud as I feel your juices soaking my hand at the same time I feel mine flow from me. Panting aloud, we slip to the floor, both still inside the other, still kissing, until finally we slip our fingers from inside the other and sit holding each other as our respective orgasms subside. “Wow”, I laugh, shakily moving in to kiss you. “I know.” “I should get my bags. Left them on the doorstep,” standing, I rearrange my clothing and open the front. This jolted my wife out of her fuckingreverie and she was shocked, truly shocked as she neversucks me, at the meaty intrusion of her mouth. EitherKishore’s cock tasted musky and tasty or she was toogone too notice anything, but my wife sucked Kishore’scock like she had been sock starved for years. Rudra stood by jerking his smelly brown uncut cockevery now and then touching its foreskinned tip with mywife’s hard nipples. A stream of sticky precum maderivulets all over my.