We fought about the house and the cars and the bills and my shopping habits. But mostly we fought about sex. Towards the end neither one of us seemed ...to have a civil word for the other. I would like to be able to say that our problems were entirely my husband's fault. That would not be accurate. I realized even while it was happening that it was mostly my fault. Not entirely. But mostly. I can't tell you why I made no effort to even meet him half way. It isn't that I didn't love him anymore. I. What an intoxicating sight it was. I left the door to my bedrrom open so that we could hear the front door open and give us time to compose ourselves. I had to keep the reality of the situation in my mind and not become so utterly lost in the delirium of the moment. Natalie was quick to undress. Her skin glowed in the soft afternoon sunlight spilling into the room. We knew our time was very brief. I lunged towards her and eagerly stuck my finger into her cunt. Her knees nearly buckled at the. Most of the times i used to be in their department after finishing my job. One girl named madhuri was working there and used to be jovial, the other girl was a bit snobbish but was equally beautiful. After a few days luck favoured me and i got to shift to this department, we all were very mischievous and used to flirt around with each one of us. But slowly i used to feel a change in the behavior in these gals. Both of them were sexy figure cannot explain now as then i will leave writing and. She dropped it like a hot potato. ‘God, Jacky. What do I have to do to put this thing to sleep? You’ve already logged more pussy time than the little pervert did in eighteen years.’ I kissed her and squeezed one delightful breast before she evaded my grasp and slipped out of the bathroom. I sat down and relieved my own bladder. It was hard to get the stream going, but when I did it burst out of me like a fire-hose and felt almost as good as coming. I looked out onto the balcony. The nearly full.