That feeling was that best feeling in my life, then in cummed in her mouth. She had it all.She was yet not satisfied i told her to come on the bed i w...ill make her cum. I started licking her cunt like a dog. She started moaning ” Ahhh aaa shhh beta chod de mujhe, mujhe apna bana le”I increased my speed and made her cum.Then she said “beta kaisa laga”. I moved towards her and kissed on her lips. This went on for 10mins and we stopped and i said ” mummy aane waali hain aunty, abhi aur nhi kar. . practical experience. You may want to call it 'hands on, '" Cynthia said, letting frustration creep into her voice. Why was she so intent on explaining how she wanted our little game to be played? Was it to spice up our sexual activity? I usually dictated what we would do and when we would do it. She never voiced a complaint or hesitated to follow my lead. Could it be that she wanted to take control for a change? I decided that must be the case.Well, I wasn't opposed to her taking control,. "I'm not used to kissing a guy goodnight, asking him to call and then not having him do it." I make no excuses my lady. I had reasons, but I offer no excuses." Reasons? What kind of reasons?" I was in the middle of midterms and got caught up cramming and pulling all-nighters. Also, you and John are a couple and I never mess around with another man's woman." Okay, I'll buy the need to study, but if you look real close at my fingers you won't see any rings. I am not and I never will be another. Nick told me to look at him and smile. This time I opened my eyes and made eye contact with the truck driver. He was probably in his fifties with a full beard and not bad looking. Making that visual connection with him was so erotic that in my mind anything I did from that moment on was not for Nick anymore, but for my new voyeur. The thought of pleasing this complete stranger was so sexual and exciting that I spread my legs apart so my trucker could really get a good view. The thrill I got.