Dekhte uski chal mast thi.Wo chalti to pichhe se boom khoob mast lgte.Wo meri khoob seva krti. Mera mood ban jata to usko pakad leta.Wo fir mna nahin ...krti.Bra aur panty mein din bhar mere sath masti krti.Kabhi wo khud hi tyar ho jati.Meri pent khol kr chusne lgti.Wo meri wife hi ban gai.Reena-yaar aaj to bahut mood ban gya hai..Koi sexi film chalao na..Chalo wahan kya kr rahe ho?Saree utaro yaar…Maine usko pakda aur saree utarne lga.Wo mast ho gai.Uske badan pr red bra aur red penty. Seconds later he knocked. Lord Almighty. Before me he wasn’t in his normal green polo. He was wearing jeans instead of khakis and a cut off hung loosely from his shoulders. His hair was pulled back like normal and in less eerie lighting I memorized his features. His nose was sharp, with a bump at the bridge. He trimmed his beard, I thought. His eyes were lighter than usual. ‘Sup Ruthie.’ He scratched his jaw. Ruthie this, Ruthie that. I might as well be a cat or some 1950’s character. ‘I. I kept trying to find ways to spice up our sex life but she would not give into anything I suggested. Even little things like having sex on the couch she wouldn’t do. We live in a very small town in a rural state so there is not much to do. I started following my High School basketball team. They succeeded in making to the State Tournament and I wanted to go and watch the games. I booked a hotel for the weekend of the games and told my wife that we needed to make it a weekend away and she. Melly planted her feet and pushed her hipsup against my face. My hands held her cheeks and I let one finger slideup to poke at her ass hole. Her whole body began to stiffen then relax.it took all I had to stay with her. I captured her clit between my lipsand started to suck on it as I had her nipple. She bucked again and theend of my finger entered her behind. She started talking real dirty(something I love) and then just exploded. Her juice flooded my faceand I greedily sucked up as much as I.