My hubby could not fulfill them. He was 20 years young and in his final year of graduation. My desi Jim was working out at that time and he was only in his shorts and nothing else. I was passionately enjoying the mouth-to-mouth kissing that I always love so much.Then the African guy carried me to his bed and pushed me on my back while lifting my saree. The African student’s hands never stopped kneading my boobs and stuffing each boob in his mouth. He started kissing and licking my cunt over my panties for a couple of minutes. I met him when he leased a portion of our villa with one room, study room and washroom. I had do it to preserve the virtue and dignity of our family.I was sexually very active in my college days in all respects, except pussy penetration. By rule, my blouses were modest without deep cleavage except a few which I customized for special occasions and hid from my hubby.
