I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scare...d, stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. Mera crushea bahut the. Muje bahut boys ne propose bhi kiy lekin me apne mom dad ke bare me soch kar unse muh mod leti. Lekin college ke second year me muje ek ladka bahut pasnd tha yash nam tha uska.Muje rat me bhi wohi dikhai deta mene socha me use line maru to wo propose karega. Par aesa nahi hua so mene ekdin use propose kiya to usme mana kar diy . Tab se mene decide kiya shadi karungi to usse nahi to nahi karungi. Mene apne decision pe kayam thi. Par kya karu me abhi hhi virgin thi muje. "Cum down his throat. He loves it." It's a dream, so I don't hear her say it, but I feel her musical voice inside my head. She wants me to cum for her, to fill her husband's mouth with my cream. I don't want that, do I? I know my heart races at the thought, because every time I have this dream, that's the part when I wake. Every time her husband places his hands on my hips, grins at me, and opens his mouth wide to swallow me, I wake up. Just like that. Every fucking time, I wake up. I've had. In the two years I was aware of Mr Johnson lecherous intentions on me, imaginary or otherwise, I had started to turn my skirt up around my waistband, so he could see more of my thighs, I did have long legs and was starting to enjoy the light-headed feeling I got, knowing he was looking up past my hemline, mum had guessed it too, I bet she did the same as a girl.In all our environment had become routine and boring, but something outside my routine and of which I had no control over was happening.