If I could convince Manish to drive Geetha home, then I would be alone with his wife Deepa and finally get to try something..I guess I should say a fe...w things about Deepa at this point. She’s a fair complexion lady, with deep, beautiful black eyes. She has perfect, round boobs, just more than a handful and a smile that both melts your heart and makes you hard as a rock. Manish and I had met her at the same time, and fallen for her instantly, but she was seeing someone. Manish was the lucky guy. Frankly, and he'd never tell his mom about it, he and Joan were quite chaste. He was what you'd call a late bloomer, and at eighteen was still short and skinny, and his hormones hadn't hit the raging intensity that characterized most of his classmates."Like what?" asked Carol, but she knew it was an easy way to halt the conversation. Connor had suddenly focused his attention on his cereal. "Just because you have college sorted doesn't mean you should slack off on studies now, anyway." I'm. I could tell from the way it filled up the lower portion that there were at least two tablespoons of their semen in there or a little more than a half ounce. It was opalescent, opaque and white and I also smelled it, even from within the baster. It did seem like their semen was much more voluminous, nutrient-filled and potent than Ed’s small loads of watery cum, and I got a little excited just thinking about it.I sheepishly took the baster in my hands as they left, and then headed for my. She moved closer and I sat up and reached for her nipples. She moaned and leaned into my hands. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face toward where my hands were.Dream or not I was going to enjoy this! I dove in, sucking her nipples into hardness, using her sighs to guide my tongue. When she started thrusting her pelvis at me, I lowered my head until I could feel her wiry hair tickle my nose. Her essence was like I had never experienced before. Mixed with the muskiness was the clear.