Her breathing was becoming somewhat ragged as her passion built. With my fingers, I gently parted her the lips of her pussy which were now and glisten...ing from the sweet feminine nectar that was flowing freely from inside her and oozing down through the crack of her ass. This also exposed her clitoris which, itself, was now swollen as if it was a tiny penis seeking its own release. I flicked it tenderly with the tips of my fingers as she gasped at my gentle touch.I shifted my position to kneel. Premessa: che questa è una storia vera erotica un episodio che mi è capitato di vivere, che cercherò di raccontarlo nel modo più semplice.ho 44 anni, sono sposato da 22 anni, mia moglie ha 39 anni.questa storia è successa 13 anni fa circa.premetto che eravamo e siamo tutt'ora felicemente sposati.la vita sessuale è sempre andata alla grande, esaudendo anche piccole fantasie, come giochi di ruolo o voyeurismo.nel corso del matrimonio ho comunque avuto qualche scappatella, con altre donne. Ohhhhhhh….aaahhhh…oooohhhsimmu..aaahh simmu aise hi chuso aahh oohh....ahhh maja a raha haiiiii mai bi maje unka lund apne muh me pelva rahi thi 10 minut baad jiju khadde huye unhone mujhe litaya or kaha ki asli test to ab hoga or unhone apni 1 fingers meri chut me de di me to tadap uthi fir thodi der me do ungli dal di mai to upar se niche tak sihar uthi….aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhuuuuuchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. fir uhone mujhe litaya or mere upar aa gaye or apne lund ka uper wala meri chut k. Or is she tired because you’ve worn her out?”Denise gave an enigmatic smile. “Merlot?”“You know me to well. Has Clemency been in?”“I haven’t seen her and, boy, she’s noticeable, isn’t she?”I wasn’t going to argue with her. I’d almost persuaded myself not to come out that evening, but I didn’t seem to be totally in control of my mind. Strange things, the silk handkerchief, my locket, the refilled glass, not forgetting my dreams. Such dreams: they were vivid, erotic and draining. They seemed.