The kissing would last a few minutes as his thumb would rub her erect nipple through the cotton fabric of her nightgown. Then his hand would move down... and then up her smooth firm thigh until he cupped her hairy pussy. His finger would slide between her pussy lips and up to her clit. He would rub that and she would jerk. Then her hand would grab his erect cock as they kissed again. Then her hands pushed his pajamas down and then pulled him on top of her. Then her hand would guide him into her. But my dark mind goes a litle deeper than just plain vanilla sex with men and women. Can you say extreme? Its so deep , Im afraid to even write it down, but what I will do is just explain some experiences and let you be the judge. I'm telling you right now, its not for the close minded. I said extreme and I meant it, so this is your que to TURN BACK, run for the border. Or you can take a ride with me, open your mind (and hopefully your pants) and enjoy the kink! I remember the first time I. She used to live in Bangalore with her husband and kids. Her husband had got a job in Canada so she returned to her hometown i.e. Erode. She didn’t want to live with her in laws so her husband kept her separate in this apartment. Everything was normal for a year. She used to come to our house and my mom used to go to her house and all the other neighborly gestures.When I was in 4th semester, one day my mom told me dry the clothes on the terrace. I went to terrace and saw Viji aunty drying her. She covered her mouth and laughed convulsively as she looked at me.In the light I could make out beneath my eyes the bunched fabric that was stuffed in my mouth. I could make out blue and white stripes, but was too eager for my orgasm to think of how I might look to her. Lizvette took her position on her side with her mouth over my cock, which now bobbed upwards straining to get near her lips. "You look so helpless and cute! I'm sorry I teased you, poor baby." She gave my cock a deep suck on.