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Both men and women were expected to be virgins on their wedding night. The only concession made to the twenty-first century is that engaged couples might sneak off for a discreet tryst Fucking before the wedding took place. But having sex with one person and later on marrying another — that was unthinkable. And the age-old double standard was still there. He might still find a wife if he were not a virgin, but he knew if Manjula were not, no one would marry her. Sleeping with Brunette her without a truthful promise of marriage would be akin to rape. As much as he liked Manjula, he was only eighteen years old, and she must have been the same. He just was not ready to marry her. He doubted she was either; teenage marriages were as distant a memory in Sri Lanka as they were in the West. Even masturbating to thoughts of her seemed wrong somehow, but his erection was more than he could stand. He tried looking at some porn, but suddenly found hardcore distasteful. Softcore — try as he might, he kept thinking of Manjula. The best he could find was a softcore site featuring black models, the closest he could find to her appearance. "Manjula," he whispered as he climaxed. "Manjula." Liked it? Vote and comment! On to Chapter 2! My Husband Works Nights My hair would tug while the comb finished reaching the tips of my hair while I finished up brushing it for the night. I put the brush down and leaned out the bathroom to the living room where my husband was drinking some coffee before he would head off to work. “Have a great night honey,’ I said to him while walking over to the recliner across from him. His eyes lifted up from the video he was watching on his computer and pulled one of the headphones Hardcore off his ear and smiled. “What did you say cumshot honey,” he said half aware I had even talked to him. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “I said have a MILF great night”, I repeated. He smiled his soft smile and nodded, “I am sure it will be easy, not much happens at night usually.” I looked at the slight tired look in his eyes and wished he would find a day job some time. My husband was use to the night life after several months at his new job. It was not stressfully job and he truly did enjoy the work. It was my own selfish wish for him to be on a normal day job so that we could spend more time together. As he gulped down the last of his coffee I watched him take the Bluetooth headphones off and set them onto the coffee table and plug them back into the laptop. As my husband stood up and headed into the kitchen I heard him stack the cup on the counter with all the other dishes. I cringed at how cheap he is with money and has held off buying a dishwasher for our duplex. It may be expensive to buy and install but would be worth it, instead of him having to hear me nag at him to wash the dishes when it was his turn. He leaned around the edge of the wall and smiled, “I know, I know, I will get them when I get home tomorrow morning.” I felt my eyes roll again and smiled. “Sure, you will”, giving him my most whinny wife voice I could. The red lunch box he always packed was in hand as he walked up to me in my recliner and kissed me on the forehead. “Love ya,” was all he said as he walked down stairs to the back door and out to the car. I let out a long yawn before shutting off the T.V. and walked to the bedroom. I looked down at my body and signed. My body was not the most in shape…er…I was fat. She jumped up and stepped to the bench, digging out the shop bag from the other day, she extracted the condoms and lube. My father then told me that before us kids, my mother liked to flash him and she would get so excited that she always wanted to fuck afterwords. Lets get out of here," consoled her brother. I began slapping whatever exposed parts of her body I could find: her upper thighs, her breasts, her sensitive stomach. Oh grandpa. A solid steel cased and high-powered LED torch, it cut through the dark of the room. Teal thrust forward, groaning as she entered her girlfriend's asshole. I hate him. "MmmmmMm" she coos quietly before softly wrapping her little hand around the middle and gently stroking it back and forth fully revealing the head. And Barb’s breath caught in her throat. I attempted to Brunette pull away finding that I didn’t want to move from cumshot his strong embrace. “Of course, your Highness,” he said, his voice flat. Michael moved to intercept her, though, already pulling up his pants. Maria let her right hand on my leg. That was a great start, Walter," Margaret said huskily. I had to let you face Voldemort alone, it was the only way you could succeed." Her caress was overly gentle, barely a touch at all, but it prickled the flesh with delightful tingles. He Fucking moved to her as soon as she was in the car, wagging his tail wildly. I blinked at that, my dick throbbing. "Why is that?" A warm smile now greets me and it’s really good to see. Ginny smiled at Harry as she walked away. I wiggled it as deep into her anal sheath as I could. So I did what she wanted and it turned out to be better place to sit. Whilst I was balanced on my right leg Pedro came in and walked round the others. I Hardcore avoided Tabatha more than she had avoided me. I practised on my electric guitar in my room and listened to Coldplay. She urged her hips forwards and backwards, feeling her cock very slow to wake as he nursed on and pleasured her soft length. But I was extremely upset--I felt very guilty and ashamed--about the fact that I had thoroughly enjoyed the sex itself (especially the "getting my pussy finger-fucked" part). He grabbed my head with one hand and stuck his cock in with the other. King said MILF not until I was flushed out and we would have to go to his house to do that. Laura looked away, humiliated. We both moaned and sucked and loved the other's clit. "See, how lucky you are, sleeping with a princess like me,", said Shruti while holding my arm in bed. "Swallow that cum Jill." The kiss lasted only a few seconds but my mind raced as I leaned over my wife, knowing she was watching, as I pressed my lips firmly on Sam's. I gave it a foot of berth, and silently hoped that Jade would catch any shrapnel that went our way. Roger sits on the stool facing sideways to our audience and I can see he is turned on watching two women masturbate. “I can stand on the floor and fake it with the best of them.” Scarlett laughed as she opened the door to her Honda Civic. “Lola!” she groaned between licks.