Tongue-magnets! I begin to nibble my way back and forth across her shoulder, up the side of her neck, down the back of her neck. She is shivering from... this! I love that, I lick my lips for a moment, drying my tongue a little and then bring my slightly-moist tongue over her shoulder. Alternating that with my lips and the barely-felt edge of my teeth in a light nibbling. Jennifer sighs and arches her back slightly, her sign that she is enjoying this but wants something more. Now I focus on softly. " Gowelekar ne mere haath se glass lekar mujhe kheench kar wapas apne god me bitha liya. Fir mere honthon se glass ko chhuate huye kaha, "le ek sip kar." Maine apna chehra mod liya. Maine jindagi me kabhi sharab ko haath bhi nahin lagaya tha. Hamare gharon me ye sab chalta tha magar mere Brij ne bhi kabhi sharab ko nahin chhua tha. Usne wapas glass mere honthon se lagaya. Maine saans rok kar thoda sa apne munh me liya. Badbu itni thi ki ubkai ane lagi. We naraj hojayenge soch kar jaise taise. It has been just the three of us since my mom divorced seven years ago. After her divorce, my mom never really dated much and kept to herself socially for the most part. I guess that’s where I get my own shy streak from. Her friends became more prominent around our house and things always seemed to be pretty quiet and uneventful. My mom’s best friend was Margaret, a forty-something brunette who taught English at a local high school. She was the most regular of my mom’s visitors and was. It was about 2.30 when I got back to the hotel and as I walked along the hallway I could see a cart with a fridge on it in front of our room. As I opened the door I could her a noise from the bedroom. I walked over and looked in the room and my wife was lying on her back and two black guys were caressing her body through her light summer dress.They pulled the top down and both started sucking her nipples while their hands slid up her legs and started playing with her pussy. She was lying with.