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We rarely record our play but this was a slightly different setup. We are both so glad that we recorded it, considering that for the past 7 months it ...as been hot to watch and enjoy in lieu of actually being able to do anything like it.Back in February life was still normal - in other words, busy. Jobs, k**s, extended family obligations, social obligations, travel, etc and Susan was a bit stressed.I said I would organise a massage ther****t to come over to our place one night once the k**s were. ..at the beginning! Her name was Kay, she was his life`s love, had been through school, through university and had grown to be a dark-haired beauty, they had married in the spring 7 years since, young lovers by then, life was good, both medical research students, and later managers of their own labs, both shared interests, they lived well, and they both enjoyed life. She had always “worn the trousers” as they say, more dominant than him, though they had rubbed along well, him enjoying the. While kissing I started raising her saree above her knees and further up her thighs and I was getting mad at the sight of smooth shapely legs. It was after ages I was seeing so smooth white kissable thighs.Leaving her boobs I started kissing her things and wow..raised her saree further and could see her lovely pussy and there was wet spot on the lovely white transparent panties she was wearing.I slowly removed her saree and petticoat and now I could see her only in panties and she was laying. This part made her a nervous, because once she said yes and she knew she would, there is no going back. Her spirit would not let her turn back. She feels something deep in her being that needed to experience the road she is walking at this particular time in her life with me. She can't explain it any better than that. Finally the time comes, I open the door as soon as she arrives. I guide her in and she follows me to my bed. Soft silky rope are accurately tied to the head board. She didn't see.
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