I didn't want her to be sad, I really did love her but what are you supposed to do when you see the women you love with another mans arms wrapped arou...nd her. Its torture, the only way to get over it is to find some one new and move on. Until the bitch throws a fit about it. My phone vibrates next to me on my bed. I roll over, grab my phone and flip up the screen. "YOU DONT LOVE ME YOU LIER!!!!! :,(" She replies. "Jesus women" I think to myself. I lay on my bed trying to think of a way I could. ”She grunted, “Ohh, fucking god!” as softly as she could, but I think others heard her. Jason was still masturbating, watching her watching him as she came, both hands gripping my arm, her nails digging in as I felt the spasms of her orgasm run through her and her pussy clutched rhythmically at my hand.She was bent forward slightly, pushing her ass back onto my hand, her breasts thrust forward, nipples jutting out hard as diamond; how Jason watched her come like that, so obviously and intensely. I walked to his room and before reaching his door I have to pass through another house, the sex princess in this story lives there. The sexy Aunty is taking clothes off the wire. She is not able to reach the wire properly and she is standing on her toes.Her figure was damn hot at that time and I had to pass behind her to my room. I felt like fucking her from back in that stance itself. I controlled my feelings but not my dick. It was already standing. She was wearing nighty which got stuck to. Bistar ko zameen parlagay tu Bhabhi ek mote takiye ke sahare aaram se baithi aur dayiraan ko aage kar peticot ko ghutno tak kar boli, “Lo lagao.”Maine fauran Bhabhi ki taango par tel lagaya. Chikni taange chhunese maza aaya aur main tel laga pair dabane laga.“Zyada tel nahi lagana.”“Ji Bhabhi.”“Ruko main let jaun tu kayde se lagao.”Ab mera lund jhatke le raha tha. Bhabhi leti tu unki bra mujhe nashese bharne lagi. Bhabhi leti mujhe apni jawan choochiyon ki jhalakdeti peticot ko ghutno par kiye.