Riya widow 1 year haeche or husband er deth haeche, after marriage 1year husband er sathe ghar koreche ekhon o majhe majhe amader flate chole ase or e...katito katanor janno, amar wife o amar salir modhe khub bhab, tae o pray amader barite chole aseRiyar prati amar najar prothom thakae chilo kintu sujog kono din hae otheni, riya jakhan theke amader barite ese thaka suru korlo amar nojor o r opor ro besi kore porlo, riya nighty pore thakle or low cut nighty theke majhe majhe or bra chara mai sposto. She closed her mouth and swallowed one last time. She opened her mouth again to show me it was all gone.I pulled her close and asked her "Are you OK?" I'm better than OK. That was fucking AWESOME! When you forced your cock down my throat for your ejaculation I thought I was going to puke. I am sure I would have had I not had a gut wrenching orgasm at that very instant," she gasped.She looked down at the carpet on the floor beneath her. As she ran her hand through it, she said, "My God, I must. She sat in the passenger seat with her phone half-cocked to one side so that Brian couldn’t see the screen. He should be concentrating on the road and the Sat-Nav in any case.They eventually reached the town and Jenny was up by fifteen stories; all in all, a good effort so far. But the phone had to be put away while they parked the car and wandered around the town. They visited the church, but it wasn’t a small church. It was the size of a cathedral and they took in the cloisters, the crypt,. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up again. Feeling utterlyworthless, I put on one of my sluttiest outfits: a black sequined tube-top, a black leatherette miniskirt that barely covered my bottom, andsheer black seamed stockings held up by a lacey, black garter-belt. Idecided that I wasn't worth wearing panties, so I kissed the crotch-panel of my favorite pair and put them back in my suitcase. Aftermaking up my face as much like the gutter-trash whore that I felt I wasI brushed and.