"Ah, yes!" she cried out, louder now."You love me?" I asked again. "Say it, Charlotte! Do you love me!?"I thought I saw a slight nod of her head, but ...I couldn't tell. She said nothing."Please!" I begged frantically. "Please say you love me."She didn't though. She was suddenly coming, more intensely than I'd ever seen her or anyone else come in my whole life. Her voice was choked away and she simply clung to the sheets like she was caught in a hurricane. I could feel her entire body seize up.. We met in college, he was a year older than me and a year ahead. I'm now thirty-one, so he's thirty-two. He's six-one, one-eighty and it's mostly solid, and one of the aspects of my hubby that I appreciate highly is his cock, seven and a little more, also pretty solid and nice and thick around. Wavy brown hair, hazel eyes and nipples that get really hard, just like mine, when sucked. So does his cock, of course. I'm five-five, one-twenty-two, blond hair past my shoulders, often in a ponytail,. I took a small peek and there she was masturbating to a picture of me on facebook. I silently entered and right when I was a few feet away from her, she stops and turns around. She was so surprised and she did not say anything. I started to say "Maybe this is better than your finger" when I pulled down my pants. She said "I do not want anything to happen" As she was pulling up her pants, i grabbed her hand and stopped her. She obeys me and I started to slide my cock around her pussy. She was. I started my car and started driving. It was heavily raining ( People staying in Mumbai will understand the meaning of heavy rain). I requested to come at my home since it was very near. Her home was very far from that place. Again after lot of requests she agreed and I was in 7th sky. I knew that nobody was at home since my wife has gone to her mother’s place and my mother went to native to attend some religious function. I took her to my home and asked to sit and change her clothes. She said.