What Jared realized was - was that he was not seeing any mess. No half eaten cake. No empty pizza platter. No cake crumbs scattered across the floor. ...No beer cans sitting in puddles of their own spilt contents. No piles of clothes and towels on the sofa. No empty wine bottle under the table. No wine bottle cork under the TV. No plastic plates and pizza crusts under the TV either. Just nothing. No mess what-so-ever! The place was totally cleaned up!Jared just rubbed his eyes in disbelief then. She told me that she is 32 years old and got married from last 5 years but she faces a lot of relationship issue from her husband … After initial talking, we shared each others number on what’s app and continue chatting. She was a bit shy to talk on the phone but she was comfortable on what’s app. Then she told me about her issue. Her husband was having affair in his office and he was not giving proper attention to Nisha. She was feeling frustrated at home being a housewife. She used to feel. Might she feel this? But no; she doesn’t stir and her breathing doesn’t change. Contact! Two fingertips lightly touching her lips. Rest here for a moment before proceeding further. I’ve licked those lips a thousand times, slid my cock between them a like number, but this moment is different. I know the anatomy of her pussy better than anyone, but this is like venturing into a hidden valley in the mountains; secret, unknown, thrilling. Press down, just a tiny bit. Just enough to feel the flesh. Lynn firmly grabbed each one, and carefully held them. He slowly moved his cock head to her wet opening. He placed her left leg on his shoulder and teased her clit with his cock. She moaned and moved her head side to side with each pass he made. Every third or fourth circle he stuck his throbbing penis in her pussy a couple of inches then pulled it out and unmercifully tortured her again.He did this for several minutes until she hoarsely cried, "No more, no more!, Give it to me; give it to me.