Kareeban 35 saal ki age thi uski. Wo smile dete hue bola-Aadmi: Aapne massage service ke liye call kiya tha? Main: Haa.Maine jawaab dete hue usko anda...r aane ka ishara kiya. Ruhi bed ke kinaare par baithi thi leg par leg chadha kar. Usne usko dekhte hu smile ki aur Hi boli. Fir main uska naam poocha, to usne Robert bataya. Fir Robert ne poocha-Robert: Kiski massage karni hai sir?Maine kaha: Meri wife ki.Usne kaha: Ok. Madam please aap bed par let jaiye.Wo ek bedsheet leke aaya tha, jisse bed ki. And same time she unloaded a huge orgasm on my hand and in her panty , I wiped my hand with bottom of her saree. She was looking quite happy and she asked me about my life I told her that I was unmarried and looking for one she told me that “aaaah tomar saathe ek bochor aagey dekha hole aaj erom lukiye lukiye anondo korar dorkaar hoto naa, amara amader bed e ei sob kapod khule adam and eve er moton prem korte paartaam.”I told her “amara ekhono erom adam and eve er moton korte paari jodi tumi. “I’ve messed around a time or to,” she replied, still stroking my manhood, as she propped her head up in her hand, her elbow resting on my thigh. She leaned forward and silently sucked on the head of my greyish colored head. She slipped her lips open and pushed the head of my cock into her mouth. She popped off and looked up at me.“Want a blow job?” she asked.“Sure,” I replied. “Go for it.”She slipped my cock back into her open mouth. I watched as she closed her eyes, and my cock disappeared. My husband and I had been fantasizing for a long time, he had fantasized about me actually fucking a black man, or an older man without a condom on, and letting him dump his baby seed deep into my pussy, and making a cream pie in me. Being raised to be Chaste, this idea, although making me horny at times, was something I was not ready to do for real in the least bit, although it did turn me on a bit, and honestly I don't know that my husband would allow it to truly take place.His other.