Two fingers slipped easily between my wet pussy lips and inside my pussy tunnel, sighing as l felt up inside me. As l reached the area just inside me ...at the front of my tunnel and felt the familiar little sensations shooting up me and instantly more juices seemed to flood out inside me. I rubbed my pussy juices all over my pussy making my clit nice and wet so l could massage it more easily. I was working myself into a bit of a state, thoughts of my brothers cock in me, my pubic hair was now. I helped her arranging her sari, and hooking her blouse. She left after a brief hug and kiss, without mopping the floor that day.My wife came back next week. Kaveri and I lost our privacy.But in life, every challenge had its own sweetness as well. Nowadays, our moments together were brief but sweet. Hiding from my wife's eyes, it used to be either a small butt grab or a kiss. If luckily my wife is in the washroom, and we get a few extra minutes of togetherness; Which, allowed a bit of pussy. The two were perfect for each other, he knew. The man’s wildly addictive need for the most depraved sex imaginable would be tamed by his woman, and she in turn would step out from behind that modest and docile exterior in response to his all consuming desire for her. Sometimes it was difficult, bringing about such conditions that soul mates were to find each other. Frequently, his children did not heed his gentle persuasions, or understand his subtle encouragement. They passed their other half. I admitted I didn't have any experience with another guy, but I had been serious about liking to stick my cock in a nice ass. He described himself, honestly, I think. Not too tall, slim, long hair, about to finish school. No experience with girls, always interested in guys, but afraid to do anything.I have to admit, the call was getting to me, and my cock was semi-hard, and in my hand. I told him that, and he got excited again, asking me to jerk it near the phone, so he could hear it. I did as.