She was alone at her house and her son who was around 3 years and was sleeping. She couldn’t make eye contact due to shyness. I told her she looked ...beautiful and she blushed.I held her hand and said, “Kya main ye doodh pee sakta hu?”And she said, “No.”I again insisted by pressing neighbour bhabhi’s boobs slightly and she said, “Kya kar rahe ho? Koi dekh lega, munu hai next room me, bad me karenge please jaane do. Khul ke dungi avi jaane do naa. Ufffff chut wet ho gayi meri haaayee.”It was my. Warm water cascaded over my head, as Charlie went to work massaging the dye out of my hair. We had talked a great deal longer than intended, and it was when I'd felt my scalp burning that I mentioned that perhaps I should rinse the dye out before I lost all my hair! The story had been an interesting one, all the more so because of the distraction of having Charlie's shapely ass brushing against mine. The combination of these things had put me at ease; or at least, more at ease. My body still. I do love her. It's just that when it comes to really enjoying myself sexually, masturbation is definitely the best way for me to do so.Do I not miss having intercourse with my wife? If you want the truth, I must say that I don't miss it (or, I don't miss having intercourse with her)!Setting there as I have for over the last hour or so, and managing to refrain from ejaculating my load of sperm as successfully as I have so far, I also know that I'm approaching that point (that always arrives). Rajaji lay with his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his lips. After some time Rajaji's cock became hard again. He pushed Jyoti on her back."OH GOD, NOT AGAIN," she yelled, "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME AGAIN."Rajaji smiled diabolically. He forced Jyoti's legs apart and placing them on his shoulders banged his lund (cock) inside her kori choot (virgin cunt)."AAAAAAYYYYYYIIIIIEEEEEEE," Jyoti screamed as her hymen tore and Rajaji's cock buried itself deep inside her.Rajaji started to fuck her with.