My wife Sunita was well filled unlike Jyoti. She was curvaceous and stood slightly shorter than Jyoti, at about 5 feet 4 inches. My wife almost always... wore sarees. I liked her to wear a saree, because I felt that a saree is sexually more stimulating than other dresses; if worn rightly. In case of urgency, I could have a quick session with her simply by raising her saree and petticoat. No need for removing any garments. By nature, I was and am a flirt and perhaps a bit of pervert in the eyes of. “I have to admit I was a realslut,” she said. “Did you ever wonder why, Ronnie?”“Yes, and all the other guys did too, because you weresuch a classy looking girl. Now that I’m not sostupid, I’m sure there was a sad story at home behindwhat you did, even though you always seemed sopositive and happy.”“The strange thing is that I wasn’t abused or raped oranything like that,” she said. “My family was asAmerican as apple pie,. My mind is flooded with fucking sensations, and I lose control of myself as the warm musky slippery grip of your fantastic pussy holds me and overpowers me. Your eyes are scrunched closed, mine are open, feasting on every detail of our bodies and our sex.Jesus Christ, we're beautiful when we fuck!! God I wish there was a mirror too!Suddenly you hold your breath and groan deeply, and I know it's coming. Quickly and smoothly I move my hands to hold the tops of your shoulders again, and I shove my. I curled my fingers into a ball and pushed my hand up until it pressed against Lynn’s panties. Her thighs immediately closed over my fist, clutching and releasing rapidly, three or four times. I pulled my hand back and let my fingers deploy, scratching down the inner sides of her thighs, relishing in their trembles, ecstatic in their appreciation of my loving touch.I pulled my hand away and let it rest on the back of Lynn’s left knee. Her ass tensed underneath the dress and strained upward. I.