She said – please fuck me Buddy – I want you to fill me up with that cock – then she looked at Anil and asked – help me guide his thick lund into your wife’s cunt. I took my swollen cock which was like mahnet moving towards her pussy. With one hand I felt her wet pussy and opened her lips wide and with the other I guided my thick cock dripping with pre cum. I had never felt myself so huge and thick..I pushed back my foreskin and the shiny bulging head become more swollen and thick – she was watching this and her eyes were lusting – she pulled me and said -I cannot take this teasing anymore – just fuck me hard – I want your thick cock in my pussy please. I put my cock in her swollen folds and the silken touch almost made me cum but I held on – I was now three-fourth inside her and she was arching her back high – her ass in the air. My balls were being licked by Anil. She begged me with a sob – please Buddy fuck me hard. I entered her with force and she started to moan and soon my. I came as I swallowed. I came again when she used both hands to grip my hair and hold my mouth to her cunt. She came when she joined me on the floor and I kissed her with a mouthful of her own piss!These things I remember!I get up off the stool, but lower my head and lick my own juices from it. That simple kinky little act takes my mind back to the mornings I woke up in her arms and kissed her, tasting my own juices on her lips.Or the mornings when we were probably both a little drunk from the night before and we'd enjoy a wet sixty-nine. We'd bring each other to a mind blowing climax, emptying our bladders into each other's mouth.We'd fall asleep then, on the urine-soaked sheets, to wake up later, sober, but still wanting each other.I walk to the mirror and kiss the full red lips of the girl I see there, her tongue would touch mine, but for the glass. Her nipples would caress mine - but for the glass... Sighing with the sadness of my memories I reach into the drawer: it used to be.