Didi ki last year tha aur uske shadi kiliye ladke dekha ja rahi thi phir ek jagah rishta final ho gaya didi ki bba compete hote he shadi hogi date v f...inal go gayi tab ek din mujhe ek unknown no se call aya uska naam roshan boli bo mujhe milne kiliye bulaya per mai nhi mana baad mai boli tere didi ki baat hai toh mai chup raha aur milne ko raji ho gaya bo hamara ghar se 1km dur ek dukan ke pass bulaya phir bola mai thumari didi ko pyar karta hu uski shadi tod do mai bola pagal ho kya bo bola han. She was also brought up with strict attitudes about dancing and drinking and card-playing, even Solitaire, but these she seemed to modify mostly on her own. It was sex that was so slow to evolve in her mind.The first years of our marriage were filled with guilt for her. She never wanted to admit that she had desires, that she could or would get horny, that she would desire an orgasm; she often satisfied me and then ended our sex. Now, for me, I didn't have that background, I felt sex was to be. So was was my dick becoming harder and harder, I tried to control but couldn’t help.At last we crossed the river, and she stepped down, and pecked my cheek, she began teasing me hero hero..I was quite surprised but I liked it.We reached the spot last, I wasn’t surprised. There we had a small bonfire and playing games like antakshaari. It was an awesome trip. We enjoyed alot.Then after a few days, I got a message from radhika, and began chatting normal. But as days passed she began to get bolder. As my head turned to him, he brought his lips to mine and started to kiss me, gently at first then with his tongue slipping between my lips, a little more intently. I started to rub his cock through the lightweight trousers he was wearing, while both his hands now cupped each of my ass cheeks. I then felt a pair of lips nibbling my neck and a body pressed up behind me. A pair of hands reach round, lifted my T shirt and started to tweek my firm nipples. A buzz ran through me and a warm feeling.