Neelam inserted her warm sweet tongue in my mouth and started exploring.I sucked at her lips like there’s no tomorrow. This went on for 10 minutes w...hen I slowly moved back a little. I wanted to feel Neelam’s breasts that were rubbing on my chest for so long. As I cupped her boobs over the bathrobe, Neelam moaned.She broke the kiss and opened her robe to reveal a perfect pair of white tits with pink nipples. Her boobs were like cones standing up at 45 degrees without the slightest sag. Neelam. He said things moved too fast, and that their relationship was too intense and often too volatile for him. They often argued. And she had to agree to the split. Both their pasts left them with scars and some open wounds they would rather forget. But they were very passionate, sensitive people. They clicked so easily, in the beginning, on that day, at the crowded bookstore, falling into effortless conversation near a stack of mythology books, coddling two cups of cold coffee for hours. It was. I wrapped my lips around just the head and swirled my tongue over the tip. I heard him let out a long sigh in enjoyment. Hearing his validation only made me more excited. I started moving my mouth further down his cock, trying to take him deeper. I was struggling. Daddy was seriously so thick. I wasn’t used to his size. He was thrusting into my throat, getting deeper and deeper.But he pulled me off his cock. He pushed me down flat on my back and pushed my legs open wide. He ran a finger slowly. ‘Bring him in please.’ I was anxious to hear his assessment of her performance and thought it would be a good lesson in humility to have her listen to his critique. I met him in the lounge and was immediately stunned by what I saw. He was not at all what I pictured him to be. I was expecting a man in his late forties or early fifties. Instead, this was a man in his late twenties or early thirties. He was tall at about six foot 3 and seemed to be well built. He was wearing a light gray silk suit.