I was pushing hard and fast and the room was full of sounds of our fucking noise. Her hubby was sucking her pink nipples. He was amazed by my tricks.N...ow I took her in doggy style and spanked her hard. Kumar told to treat her like a bitch as she loves that.I spanked her continuously and made her butt red with my finger marks. I was abusing her in Hindi, “Saali kutiya, kitna lund legi chut mein? Saali raand tujhe chod chod k gulabi choot ka bhosda bana dunga”.She was loving every piece of it and. The old jealousy is awake in me. Memories of Sasha become a poltergeist haunting that shifts the furniture of my mind. Ten years lost to booze was no exorcism at all. I re-live how Sasha began to prefer girls as lovers. Her taste for skinny, pretty young things a red rag waved, used to torment when I stupidly allowed my demonstrations of need to eclipse good sense. In those days, Sasha could untangle my sanity with less than a careless glance.Look but don't touch, her eyes would tell me with a. I saw the huge rack, the always uncombed, long hair of camellia, she gave a naughty smile, and quickly ran around the corner. I ran after her but as soon as i looked around the corner, she was gone. I had to think for a moment, what is the sexyest place in the school that they would go? And then it hit me, i was staring right at it, sex ed. I ran over and peaked in the window, and i was shocked there were two more girls in there and they were all having an orgy! I recognized them, it was jackie. When the doorbell rang I jumped. Checking my makeup one lasttime in the mirror, I opened the door. He was tall and well built. Iwould never have thought he was 60 years old, maybe 45. In his hand wasa bouquet of flower. (My first flowers as a woman) I smiled and invitedhim in. He followed me to the kitchenette as I looked for something toput them in. After some small talk he helped me with my coat and we wentto his car, a very fancy Jaguar. He even held the door for me as I satand.