She slid down under the covers and began kissing my thighs. My hands wandered down to my tummy and below as I relived the afternoon when she said, “Wait ’til you try this.” She started with deep kisses – a first for us – while her hands wandered over my tee shirt and shorts. Indian sex Their microwave warmed the food that had chilled in the 15 degree crossing. As I replayed that day and the many that followed, sometimes it was Veronica’s sex that I imagined, sometimes Patty’s. Too bad my husband, Troy, was on the East Coast with his son from an earlier marriage. It had been so exciting to watch the boys’ cocks slip in and out of her vagina and to let the others watch my naked body be taken. There wasn’t much that a man and woman can do that we didn’t do those nights – other than the really kinky stuff.
