‘It was no trouble really, and I don’t think they’ll mess with you again.’ ‘Hey, man, I owe you. How about coming over to my house for a sna...ck, and a drink? We could even play games on my computer. Come on, it’ll be fun. What do you say?’ ‘Sure.’ I said. ‘I’ve been just walking around town bored anyway.’ As we walked out of the alleyway, and towards his house, he asked, ‘How come you did that? Why risk your neck for me?’ ‘I don’t know. Don’t like bullies, or uneven fights, I guess.’ I said as. He moaned rather loudly, obviously enjoying the sensations my tongue was providing when I pushed as much of my tongue deep inside his ass. With almost telepathic precision my husband replicated the act on my own asshole. I’d never rimmed and been rimmed simultaneously and I have to say it’s a very erotic sensation. Mr. O was now sitting on my face as my tongue went to work on his ass. Hubby was performing sexual miracles on my own ass when Mr. O being the sexual gentleman that he is, picked up. My Tomoko. # There were still a few hours to kill before my flight. But to be honest, I wasn't planning on staying longer. I'd risk getting caught. I knew what I did was a crime, even if I couldn't help myself from taking her. Looking for a drink, I settled for water from the tap. I drank straight from the faucet, as I was worried enough about possible fingerprints already. Granted, there was a mountain of evidence already against me in the form of DNA, but let's say I wasn't keen on making. Like the previous night, she was wearing that purple saree. This time I myself uncovered her thighs. She didn’t mind. I massaged her thighs till she slept.I (in a low voice) : chachi ?She didn’t respond. I thought she was in deep sleep. I stared at her body. She might be around 32 years old. I removed the pallu of her saree from her breasts and licked her shoulders, arms and armpits.After that, I carefully pulled down her panty and put it aside. I got excited to see her beautiful pussy. Her.