Christmas Special With My Indian Wife

I was drunk! I said, “fuck it.” And went in going for the kiss and the lime, of which the lime seemed insignificant now. The kiss was long and turned a dripping pussy into a torrent flood streaming down my legs. I put the bottle down and grabbed my best friend by the hand and said, “Come on.” “Where are we going?” she chuckled. “I can’t take it anymore, I need sex right now. Jim’s not here, so what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I kicked off my shoes and we flew up the stairs. She closed the. I felt no hair as my hand went between her fat pussy. I found her clit. It was small. I began rubbing my finger over it and she stopped sucking my cock to say " oooo watch out I am sensitive there and I may squirt on you."I laughed saying " don't hold back on my account I would love to lick it up."Andy at this point was just watching and stroking his cock. She began to squirm around as I fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit. She sucked my cock harder and started pushing her ass up to my. She would find any excuse to brush up against me, make subtle hints and give me suggestive looks. It did not matter to Samantha that I was married it only made her more determined to seduce me. She was very persistent and after two months it was time for me to confront her and put this to an end.One day I decided to go to her office before she had a chance to start flirting with me. This was going to end once and for all. As I approached her office she said "Come in, Jonathan I have been. My slave threw herself into the tasks wholeheartedly, which surprised me. I had expected much less.Since returning to my senses weeks ago, my new ritual had been periods of meditation in the morning and at night. I was attracted to bare rock where I would sit with my arms resting upon my crossed legs. In the morning I would explore my stolen memory of Dalomer oter Heth but in the evening, I would course the threads of power in the world around me: in the trees, the animals, and the earth.
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