I was now whispering in her ears …. Please Kavitha…. Please…. I could now feel her pussy slit which I was massaging a little harder….Now I had... held her right cheek and was whispering … please Kavitha give me the bottle… and she was still slowly shaking her head. It was not possible that she was not feeling my hands massaging her pussy as I was slowly inserting a finger in her pussy slit. Even if she was drunk, she would surely be feeling it. I kept holding her cheek and whispering in her. I had my back to the bed.“Tonight’s my turn,” she said and pulled me in for a kiss. We kissed for quite some time, exploring each other’s lips and then, open mouthed, we invited each other in for some tongue action.It had the reaction I expected and it seemed that she’d hoped for. She stood back a little, reached down and deftly unsnapped my pants, then drew the zip down slowly.There is something very erotic about a nude woman pulling down the zip of your fly. It conveys her wish to take your. Unable to decide.I didn't have to. He chose for me. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed me. His cock speared deep into my arse. It felt like his arm and not his cock was fucking me. My hole was so narrow, so tight, that his cock was magnified proportionately. It delved like a punch that kept coming until it felt like acres of cock ploughed all the way. .." Don't make me ask Dan, baby..."I giggled. "Why do you always think Cindy's in the middle of this?" She's a horrible influence." Oh, so it's horrible when a wife wants to do everything in her power to excite her husband?" She was fourteen..."I giggled. I knew that the actual number was thirteen."Sooo," I said, "I was fifteen..." And I was an adult and you had me wrapped around your finger..." And I didn't KNOW I had you wrapped around my finger. You were so far into my heart..." I kissed.