I resisted his move and got released from his hands. And started scolding him for his behavior. He was so calm and told me how much he loved me.As a m...arried woman, I was not able to take his words. And went on scolding but secretly, I liked his move. I too wanted his dick badly. He made me cool and convinced me how I’m not having a good sex life. While talking to me, he was crying my thighs and hands. I was in confusion, slowly he again moved his hands on my boobs and started pressing it. ‘Are you all right?’ were the first words out of his mouth. ‘Yes.’ ‘Where are you?’ ‘Portland, at the house.’ ‘Oh. You locked up the house here?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Lee, please! I will be faithful, I promise.’ ‘It’s not that, Jon. I need you to be you. I am not jealous, just not in my bed without me there!’ ‘I am sorry, I didn’t realize, I didn’t mean to embarra…’ ‘It doesn’t, I am not jealous. But think of it, suppose I were to screw Nathan or someone on your desk behind your back?’ Jon was quiet, my. But the only thing her marriage had done was place her in a different position in his life. He expected his wife to behave as an Indian wife and it mattered not to him that she wasn't Indian ... For the sake of their precious daughter, she'd tried to be what he wanted for twelve long years.His treatment of Jagati, as she'd entered puberty, had been the final insult to her stinging pride. She'd left alone because the law wouldn't allow her to take Jagati; but before she'd gone, she'd made sure. How exciting… And how sexy… Put your sissy clit into my pussy and fill me up.” I hastily took off her clothes, leaned down and started licking that tasty and succulent pussy of hers. Starting off with a slow lick, followed by a quick nibble on her clit, she started begging me to enter her. But I wanted to taste her for a while. Enough to get her really lubricated, but not too long as to having my door closed where it would arise suspicion of something going on. By a couple of minutes of licks.