My boobs are perfect round shaped that I love to expose. My belly is little fatty and my ass, everyone stares at it.This incident happened 3-4 months ...back, but I remember it like yesterday. I was never satisfied with my husband. Moreover, I was never interested in having sex with him. I needed a big cock to tear my pussy. I wanted to get drilled. I like huge cocks. I like wild sex. I like being fucked hard. After marriage, I took up the job of a teacher in Engineering College. As I am good at. So I grew up pretty much on my own, and by the time I got to be a teenager, my folks were burned out on trying to be strict disciplinarians.All three of my siblings -- my brother is the oldest, then there are two girls -- were headstrong and confrontational about everything. They bought into the "generation gap" thing, and spent their teenage years at war with my folks.Ironically, they really weren't into the hippie scene that was going on just up the road in San Francisco. Their rebellion was. Uss samay woh Night Gown mai thi or unhone fat se night gown ke lace kholi or usko fek dia kone mai. Woh matakte hue mere pass aakar meri gowd mai baith gai or mere kaan main boli aaj bhabhi ko raandi ke tarah chodo.Maine uske baalo ko jakad ke unke lips apne lips se mila dia or smooch karne laga. Maine unki bra ko utara or unke boobs masalne laga. Uska badan poora garam ho chuka tha or tabhi maine unko neeche jhuka dia or unke chutad pe kaafi saare fatke baza dia. Woh or bhi garam hogai or. Sucking his fingers one by one and then two and three and then four at a time. Deeper and deeper he went. My gag reflex subsiding as he slowly worked his fingers deeper into my mouth. As he brought his fingers out of my mouth, Mark bent down and deeply kissed my lips. His tongue dancing over mine and he guided the tip over my teeth. I loved sucking on the tip of his tongue. After what seemed like a long couple of minutes, he stood back up again and looked down at me, a little kindness in his.