At home she used to wear gown. This enabled me a view of her panty. She did not wear a bra at home. Many a times when we played carom , I used to get ...the view of her light brown aereoles.Once at a science seminar (organized at a different city) , I found her restless. I asked her reason – she did not answer straight. After half an hour she told me she had a tremendous urge to pee and her girl friends were not ready seeing no closed place available nearby. The toilet was dirty and chances of. "That's a good little slut!" Dave looked down on my wife, who had sent him into a frenzy of motion, slamming his crotch forward into her face as she took his cock right down her throat, gripping his butt cheeks firmly with both hands.Deeper and deeper she went, when at last her nose bumped the hard bone of his pubic, Dave's roar of pleasure thundered through the room. And while I couldn't see it I knew she was giggling inwardly like some silly schoolgirl.He climaxed in seconds, shooting right. His phone was practically glued to his hand, his fingers sending outtexts like his whole social life depended on it. He didnt even noticeGarret or Allison until his dad knocked on the wooden doorframe."What's up kiddo?" the man asked from just inside the doorway. His wifewaited just outside listening in on their little conversation, and littlewas an understatement as Jeff kept every reply terse and short with anannoyed edge like he didn't want to be bothered."Texting." Not going to unpack?". It changes the wholedynamic. Your body and those of your friends are evolving even as wespeak into perfect fucking machines. I've never felt so good in my life.I should be starving, but I'm feeding off the energy of my own orgasmsand those of others." This sounds too weird," I said."Deep down, though, you know it's true. Your body, freed from itsconsumption and waste elimination functions, can focus on better things. You wouldn't believe how awesome anal sex is when you're self lubricatingand.