" If you ever want to have some more fun, give me a ring. I make house calls." My cowering wife stared in shock as I reached over to take the card.... "Thanks man" I said. "Maybe I will." She watched in total disbelief as I tucked the card into the pocket of my suit jacket. Then she just broke down crying and sobbing and tried to sink so low into the seat that I'm sure she wished the ground would open up and swallow her. I leaned over and pulled her towards me and zipped up the back of. They looked like a couple on honeymoon!Rajshri stood there, not knowing what to do. A part of her wanted to stop her before they did anything wrong. She was about to barge in when Himani said –Himani: Is baar andar daalne se pehle condom mujhe pehnana hai. Mujhe ek cheez try karni hai. (This time before inserting, I want to place the condom. I want to try something.)Rajshri brought both her hands to her mouth. They had done it before!Then Himani said: Ek condom de (Give me a condom).Then Pratik. You run your hands across my hips, feeling my soft skin, the drops of water onmy body, before circling them back to the front, hooking them into the undone button of my jeans as you kneel down before me. You pull down the zipper, and tug them down. I shimmy my hips to help you get my tight jeans off, and soon they’re at my ankles, panties and all. You look down between my legs, marvelling at how the rain wasn’t all that was getting me wet.Your hands on my hips, you push me against the back of. “Good girl. Now I want you to squeeze my stuff out of you while I watch. Go ahead girl, you can do it.” Laying on my back, I placed my heels by my ass and started to contract my vagina, trying to work the semen from my cunt as my young black lover watched. I looked at him and asked, “How old are you?” “I am nineteen, how old are you?” I smiled and saw no reason to lie about my age, “I am old enough to be your mother. I am thirty-nine, almost forty years old,” I answered as I strained to push.