There were fingers around both nipples and they swiftly turned the buds into rock-hard pebbles.All of a sudden she couldn't see the images anymore. Th...re were fingers on her tummy and they traced light, teasing patterns all over her warm flesh. When a finger circled her bellybutton and then dipped into the tiny hole, she sucked her tummy in as far as she could. Suddenly Betsy was too confused to think straight. There seemed to be fingers everywhere. All she could do was utter moans of deep. I said “Well, that is right upto some extent though it isn’t always what it seems”.She asked me what I meant by that. I told her that I and my wife do enjoy our nights but somehow my hunger does not get satisfied. She had a question mark on her face and was about to ask me the reason but suddenly her phone rang and it was her husband who asked her to check something in their home, so she ran to her home leaving the discussion in between.Next day, I was to go to Mumbai with my wife for some work. From here on wards I will call her as “Dilini” which is obviously not her real name.Dilini is from Kandy where she later settled in Kaluthara after her marriage. By now she has one kid, a four year old boy. Her husband is a middle level manager of a reputed company in Sri Lanka. Those are the information which she shared with me and I didn’t bother to re check them since its not that important to me. Being a frequent reader of stories posted on ISS through out last 10 years I only had the. ‘That’s… different.’ ‘I see girls giving… um… giving blowjobs in these videos, and it looks… so… exciting. I’ve always wanted to…’ How on earth was I going to get through this evening? This was more than any man should have to bear. Sophia’s breath was starting to get heavy – nearly as heavy as mine. ‘Phil, I want to ask you something, but… I don’t know. You’re such a wonderful friend…’ (Worst words a guy can hear from a smoking-hot woman.) ‘…and I don’t know if friends can do this. You know,.