Now I took my shuttle cork ball and thrown it to the open passage from downstairs. And I ran to her house and knocked the door she asked from my insid...e who is that and as if I’m unknowingly doing, I ran to terrace staircase and from there I peeped into passage and said aunty it’s me. My god what a sight it was. My black beauty was in her birthday suit with white soap foam everywhere. I thanked god for such a beautiful creature on earth. I my eyes got stuck with her boobs, no words on its size,. I managed to have some conversation but had to leave soon after the function and didn’t have much contact after that either.But those memories & feelings remained with me ever after my marriage and used to see her ever-changing dp’s in whats app and masturbate heavy with my beautiful imagination, not knowing everything is gonna change soon.It was almost as if I was having a secret affair and just had to be content with masturbation when one day I got a whats app message from m inquiring the. Indeed, that did wipe the grin off Louise's face and replaced it with a look of terror until the dildo clicked and shrank down. After a few seconds, it clicked again and began to expand once more. Louise arched her back and dug her fingers into the sheets as the vibrator shook and stretched her pussy. Again the machine clicked and deflated. After three pulses, the fear in her eyes transformed to lust. Each time the vibrator ravaged her poor little pussy, her level of ecstatic pleasure visibly. "Yeah, I guess we were precocious in a sense," I told her. "She was my first. And yes, I loved her. And, I think we did everything that a 'normal' heterosexual couple does, but I guess it depends on how you define 'normal'." "Woman on top, huh? Let's just say that I'm intrigued," she said smiling, leering at me. "Did she, umm, you know... umm, orally satisfy you?" Beth nervously struggled to ask me. "Why, yes she did, Beth... why do you ask?" I inquired, curious as to where this line of.