Indian Mother

I looked at her and ran my hands up over her tightly stretched stomach then back down to her hips, she leant forward and we kissed, there was something about the way that call had ended , but as her tongue snaked into my mouth I stopped thinking about it and concentrated on her. Amateur porn Both of us were gasping for breath, I rolled next to her and hugged her close to me, we lay still the perspiration from our bodies mixing. “Nothing I was just about to take a shower.”
“Do you have your toys to hand.”
“Yes, what should I use ? After a few minutes I perched my head on my hand and studied her face,
“I’m sorry I coerced you into sleeping with me.”
“I’m not.”
“Maybe, but I was wrong.”
I realised now what had bothered me about her phone call, there were no good bye’s, no I love you’s or miss you”s that I would have expected a married couple to say to each other,
“Why is he like that ?”
“Like what ?”
“You know.”
she looked away,
“Does he make you do it whenever you’re away ?”
“It’s a sort of game we play.”
“Some game, you get hurt, he has a wank”
“It didn’t used to be like that, we both used to tell each other what we were doing and thinking, I don’t know when it started

Indian Mother