We exchanged pics. She was very cute… Big eyes. White skin a bit chubby from the cheeks and sharp smile n eyebrows. She was 36 years old and a mothe...r of one boyShe told me that her husband was in traveling jobSo, she hardly gets sex. She lives in Chandigarh only so we planned to meet one day. She said she will be able to come in the day time as her son will be in school and her husband is hardly in the city. Then we decided to meet over coffee. I was waiting for her in the coffee shop. She. A sudden touch on my left shoulder blade, and I almost jump before I realise it's the butterfly on the tip of crop. No sooner has it touched than it rises. Not a lash, not a blow, she has set up her aiming point.And then her first blow falls.At first I'm relieved. It seems to me hesitant, little more than a tap, it's numb, sudden shock, more like a punch than a lash, the dull ache of it worse than the hot sting that follows.I can stand this.Then her second strike erupts on my skin, like water. Raat ko maine kitab kholi aur usme nude pics dekhne laga phele baar kisi yesi kitab dekh raha tha, mujhey bahut anand mil raha tha. Sone ke time per maine didi ko bola ki mere pass ek kitab hai jis mai bahut nude pics hai toh maine didi koh woh kitab dikha di, didi ne kitab koh dekhkar bahut uttejit ho gayi aur mujey boli ki tum apni pant uttaar do maine apni pant uttaar di. Didi ne mere lund ko chusana shru kar diya aur maine unke doodho ko dabana shru kar diya, todhi deer baad unone mujey. “I want to play,” she said and hesitated. She giggled and said, “I want to play Fuck Face.” My cock throbbed and I instinctively grabbed it with my right hand. Candi’s left hand was still on it and we stroked it together. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips and stuck my tongue in her mouth. Candi’s mouth was alive and she responded by kissing me back hard. Before she got comfortable, I broke her kiss and cupped the back of her head with my left hand and pushed her face in my crotch..