But unfortunately for her, there was no rock growing in his pants that could satisfy her.After he was done rubbing around her pussy and her butt hole,... he moved his hands higher massaging her back. As he sat gently on her bum, he ran his hands from her hip, just above the butt crack, till her shoulders and then moving to the sides, slightly pressing her breasts he pulled his hands back down.“Ammm! Wow! It’s magic. But my chest hurts more than my back, can you massage my front.”With this excuse. A few days later, my mom and sister left for Ooty. I saw my dad making plans to leave me to my friend’s house and I agreed.But the same night around 7 pm, I saw my dad going to Latha’s house, so I and my friend went to her window to see whats happening. My dad sat in the chair and Latha was making some food and my dad was like, “We are free for 3 days”.Dad: let’s continue what we left in Ooty.Latha: I am scared to do, I know we kissed and it felt good but I am married and I love you but I don’t. I could see his eyes were on her boobs but he was trying his best not let my wife understand that he is looking. My wife said she needs thigh-high boots ( this was agreed before by me and her); he got her one and he asked if she could loosen the Abhaya buttons up to the thighs area to try the boots.. my wife hesitated initially then she started opening from bottom to up until the thighs.The sales guy must have had the shock of his life because he would have expected her to be wearing clothes. Apparently her standards were higher than mine, she reached for her lipstick, deliberately circling her mouth with the pink stick over and over again. Good god, I think I have a one track mind, a mind that was now flashbacking relentlessly to the first time I'd let a man really fuck my mouth. He'd spent a fair amount of time circling my mouth his long pink stick, smearing my lips and cheek with his sticky white precum. I laughed out loud again, this time not caring about my stroppy neighbour or.