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He inserted his finger inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in completely. I gripped his hair very tight and released myself as I jolted.
The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. One hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down...kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me.He shook the stool gently and quickly said ..."Madam, the base of the stool is not good.I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe...” With that his left hand was on my foot. And muttered an aimless "Thanks" to him, tried to clean further... Within a few seconds, I felt his hand creep up a bit. I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while... One side of my brain was screaming to warn that I am at the 'point of no return' while the other half was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire.He recovered, held the stool with his hands, and got up all the while, eyes riveted inside my saree until he was UP beyond that point and once again, stood at my waist level.My left breast was completely off the pallu now and the sweaty blouse could hardly contain the pointed fully erect nipple.His tongue first explored the outer walls and then dived deeper. I felt as if his tongue took over the "Drawing circles" thing from his hand. While at the same time his unbelievably long tongue was doing stuff that was beyond words to express while his other hand, was busy pinching my nipple and massaging my breast. Then, deftly untied the petticoat and removed it off me as I lifted me waist a bit. He then sat by the side of me in the sofa and parted my legs.
He took it off my legs and now placed his hands on the blouse hooks. He inserted his thick long member in me slowly inch by inch. Pinched, slapped and kneaded the tight muscles in the area.
He was treated with a wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while I was cleaning the second blade.
Armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move.
Two more days were to go before my husband returned. I asked him what he was doing, trying to sell stuff in the mad rain.
He had gone on a business trip for a week and 5days had already passed. I picked up the fallen broom from the floor and was walking back to the place the door bell rang. He said that he lived 3 stations away and was done for the day.
I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. " and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way.