She sat back on my lap and said, “we don’t want that just yet. In that case you had better concentrate on making me happy.” She took my hand and... placed it on her bush. I slipped a finger into her and she was already very moist. “Mmm,” she moaned, rocking forwards on my hand. “Now get on with that story before I come.” “Ok. It starts tomorrow morning. You wake up, roll over and take my cock in your hand.” “Like this?” she whispered, grabbing the base of my cock in the palm of her hand and gently. Although she hoped her clueless husband never found out, his six-figure income and nice house in a fashionable neighborhood greatly influenced her decision to say yes to his proposal. Her attitude toward sex with her new husband was that it was payment for her greatly improved lifestyle. Right after Paul presented her with the keys to a snazzy red Nissan 370Z, she spread for him every night for two weeks. She even threw in a few blowjobs when her period precluded vaginal sex.Although not ideal,. I was left high and dry again.Then came a woman, a widow from Bihar in her late thirties. I never looked at her with any bad intention. But somehow, with time, we came close. She would pinch my bums, and I would pinch hers. Probably she noticed that often my penis would get erect in my pants. One day, she asked me why was my penis erect. I was very embarrassed. But by that time, we had become close.She was thin with small boobs. I said I wanted to touch her boobs. One day when my parents went. Kareeb 11 baje ke aas pass vo boli ki ab mujhe ghar jana hai to mai bola thik hai mujhe bhi ab nikalana hi hai, to vo boli ki ap kaha pe rahte ho to maine uski apna address bataya, aur bad mai usne pu6a ki ap kaise jane vale ho, to maine kaha ki mai to aise hi auto ya bus mai chala jaunga.To vo boli ki apko ku6 problem na ho to mai us taraf hi ja rahi hu to apko drop kar dungi, to maine moka dekhte hi thik hai bol diya, hum dono ek sath vaha se nikle aur mai bahar uska wait karne laga.Thodi der.