I drop to my knees and bury my face between your thighs, my mouth searching through the neatly trimmed pubes to your slit. You raise one leg and rest ...your foot on the chair by the bed and your hole wetly opens for me, the sensual musky aroma enveloping me and inflaming my lust further. I plunge my tongue into your wetness and explore the depths of your swollen pussy. I taste your juices as they pour from you into me. Your swollen, freshly fucked fleshy lips press against my lips as we kiss. .Then she spun around and mouth my hard cock and started humping it like crazy!!! Riding it up and down hard she plunged down deep on my cock I could feel her uterus she kept it deep and started bucking her hips... Moaning "oh I need your cock deep in me!!! Oh yes oh yes Fuck Me! Fuck Me! " Kathy began to have another orgasm! I could feel I was ready to shoot my load! Said" Kathy I'm goin to cum !!! " she replied "I want your load!!!! " I sat up she pushed me back held my shoulders down " oh. The second I started the massage, as usual, I started with the head, the sexual attraction that was suppressed inside me for about 8 years gave me some courage.I slowly started to massage her neck, (I had researched on the sexual pleasure points, nape of the neck is one). Nervously, I started massaging her shoulders, after spending some time of the neck and shoulder. I moved to the top of her exposed back in the salwar. I didn’t have the courage to put my hands inside the salwar. Slowly I. Despite all the supposedly fabulous men I had dated, I had never really had a boyfriend.Shocking, isn't it?What was the value in having a boyfriend? I could get a quality date whenever I wanted, to do whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted. I could have as little or as much sex as I wanted, and whatever kind I wanted. I could have complete control over any situation.A boyfriend would feel entitled to make demands on my time, on my attention, to have some say in the relationship. What did I need.