You grab me your mouth finds mine, our tongues eager and fierce as we kiss. You move and push me now against the tree. Opening up my dress you lick my... erect nipples making me to moan with desire. You lift my hips slowly as you enter me. Your stiff hard cock thrusting, mmm I’m moaning loudly as you penetrate me deep. I grab your arse and pull you into me deeper as you bite on my neck. I kiss you again hard heavy with desire as waves of feeling run down my body. My passion rocks within me as I. Like me, my daughter got married at the age of nineteen, but unlike mine, hers wasn't a love marriage. Besides, my early marriage to Shanti can be attributed to her pregnancy, but Neha's early marriage didn't have that kind of excuse too.So I guess it is no surprise that barely a couple of years after they got married, Neha packed her suitcase and returned home from the States. Let me defend the arranged marriage system at this point - I have known thousands of other couples who fell in love. . now."The man sighed deeply and ran his hand through his hair. He looked deeply into her eyes and saw the apprehension, which dwelt just beneath the surface. He drew back from her and allowed his eyes to run appraisingly over her naked form. After the months he spent training her body, he knew all of her quirks quite well. He frowned as he read the signs of tension in the tight set of her shoulder muscles and in the rigid line of her jaw. Her posture so rigid, she seemed almost to thrum like a. Her perfect small breasts rose and fell with every deep breath. Her erect nipples poked out of the towel as she turned away from Phil.Phil slowly got up and walked downstairs leaving the stunned wife in the bathroom. He grabbed two glasses and selected a bottle of wine from the Jacksons’ wine rack. As he opened it, he grinned with delight at the hidden inner slut that was released from the sexy married wife.He had always been attracted to his neighbor but he would have never guessed a few.