Haaa haaa aai gaaa hyaaa chavarr pann kara naaa reee haa bagg kasaa ruslayy aasaaachh choookk naa . Eeek choo.. Tarr plss dusryalaaa daaab naa pil naa...a kachaa khaachaa massttt aai gaaa melee miaaa haaaaa saandyy baaalll khupp chaa masssttt vatayyy aaaiii aaaj mazaaa jeev jaatoyaa vataaayyy…Asaa kahi mhanat kaku mazaa doka naa tyanchyaa ball var daabu laglyaa.Mi pan tyanche bal chokat hot smooch karat hoto chavat hoto. Mi ataa halu halu khali jaat hoto. Tas tasya kaku tadfdu laglya hotya…Mi. And I loved the smells of sex, not just the sight of it. Watching a cock sliding in and out of a wet pussy - I can feel it as if it were yesterday. And the musky smell of a man's cock and a woman's horny wetness. You can't get that in a movie. Anyway, just the ramblings of a perverted woman. He and I used to invite couples to have sex while we watched. It inspired his art and it turned me on. We both got a lot out of those times. I have a gallery of his work in another room I reserve only for. Whom he wished were home with him now, whom he was certain would hold out to accept his gift, giving hers in return. His lips tingled, imagining her kiss, and that triggered an unwanted reaction below the belt. “Cut it out,” he grumbled.Frustrated, he dug out his iPhone, dialed Papa John’s Pizza, and ordered a medium, hand-tossed pepperoni with a side of breadsticks and a 2-liter Diet Pepsi. Chances were the two bottles of Diet Coke in the fridge would last all weekend--he checked the pantry on. My desperation was increasing to get a married woman.I was trying different ideas like surfing on the net, going thru the telephone directory looking for any woman who wants something hot. But I didn’t get much success. Then 1 day I got an idea. I gave a advertisement on the paper which said “wanted females for body massage, age no bar….call. The response I got was marvelous. I met different woman of different ages. The only problem was there was no room to take them. I used to take their.