All she screaming was, “Lann paa de fuddi vich meri. Please penchod mere ton nahi rea jaa reha” but I ignored her. I wanted her to scream, die for... my fat cock. I pulled off her pajami and boom, that filthy dripping pussy was right in front of me.Wasting no time, I started licking it. I was slowly licking her upper skin tickling it with my tongue. My hands were busy rubbing her nipples.Licking her pussy was making her scream to the core. I grabbed her big filthy boobs. Her moans assured me that. Thank God for the Internet because a man with a 36 inch waist and a 48 inch chest is not something you can shop for at Walmart. We did however share some shopping time buying some sexy panties a few times. This led to my first experience with my friend Steve that I have already shared in another story. Anyways . . . thank God for a wife that understands that my sexuality is opening up and it isn’t fair that I should close all my doors while she is trying different methods of gaining her own. I realise my cheeks are uncomfortable from the inane grin fixed on my face. Now naked we move together. I stroke her already awakened nipples with the backs of my fingers. They respond to my touch. Leaning forward she alternately licks and sucks my nipples erect. We climb into the bath feeling a little like a pair of teenagers home alone when their parents think we are elsewhere being good! We wash each other revelling in the unique intimacy of a shared moment of mutual nakedness and explore. I had recently began to love sucking balls and licking asses, forced upon me by the black football players. I hadn't fucked a lot of guys but have had a lot of fingers and in my pussy and already knew that sometimes being slightly degraded made me feel good. Lastly, I realized that It is a good thing Mr. T didn't know I like eating pussy …or he might want to do it with my bff Laura in front of him soon.As I sucked Mr. T's cock and rubbed his balls, he kept moaning and telling me "Good girl.