She is smiling at me. My whole soul, my whole body goes weak. She takes my right hand, and we interlock hands. Her touch is like nuclear fusion. “Le...t’s go.”She takes me to the stairs and hops up two steps and wiggles her tight ass at me. I so overwhelmed with lust. I slap her right butt cheek. She lets out a moan. “More.”I slap her again. She thrusts her ass at me. I have to taste her. I grab her butt and place my face directly into her pussy. I lick like I am a mad person, lapping my tongue up. Or we... are, he thought."Ah, Mrs. Connors," said one smiling older man. "How nice of you to join us."Darla looked up and realized that most of the men's wives were behind their husbands watching the game with interest and chatting among themselves."Thank you," she said as she slipped up on a stool behind Larry.Playing seven-card stud made for enormous pots along with the temptation to stay in the game just to see those last few cards. That had been Larry's downfall, but now he sat looking at. Maine wahin se chaatna shuru karte hue upar ki taraf aya aur unka gaal chaatne laga unka 1 hath jo meri peeth par tha mujh unki taraf ko dabane lagi fir maine jab unki taraf ko dekha to unki aankhein khuli hui thi aur vo mujhe hi dekh rahi thi..maine dheere dheere apna chehra unke chehre kPaas kiya aur unke hontho par apne honth rakh diya maine unka neeche wala honth apne hontho ke beech dabaya aur choosne laga vo bhi mera upar wala honth choosne lagi kabhi unki jeebh mere muh ke andar hoti. The rest of the weekend passed normally, we cleaned the house, we playedgames and had our normal routine, but on the back of my head there wasthe little voice telling me, "Why hasn't he called me?"Sunday evenings are always the worst, the realization that the weekend isover is very upsetting, in my case I had to clean my finger and toenailsand get mentally ready to cross-dress as a boy as I sometimes said. Ifelt a lot better using women's clothes and sometimes I felt that thesuit and tie were.