Tara and Rasika said, “Hey Bhabhi its time to get dressed up for the evening. Let’s go to your room and get you dressed for another wonde...ful night with Sanjay bhaiya”. Three of us went to my room. Tara excused herself and came back with two boxes; one full of makeup stuff and other one were packed with red ribbon. I asked her what this second box is. She said, “This is a surprise gift from my brother”. Rasika took the box from Tara’s hands placed it on the bed and opened it. The voice belonged to a man the same colour as Omo of yesterday and like Omo had lovely teeth and a very nice smile. "Sorry if I startled you", he said as he introduced himself. "My name isAdisa", he said as he offered a handshake."Alice" she replied as she accepted the handshake and like it had been with Omo it was firm but the grip did not hurt.There was a slight awkwardness for now that Adisa had started the conversation he wasn't sure how to continue. He had arrived early at the gallery for. As her breathing sped up, he could feel his nuts pulling up, and his hot white cream moving to the base of his cock. Anita’s climax was almost upon her, and she had changed her rhythm to one of spasmodic twitches on his buried cock. The resulting friction was enough to push his phallus to the point of no return, but not quite enough to push him over the top. He could feel the tension in his groin increase, delaying his eruption but making that moment just before release extend for almost a full. One word."Wait"I cursed myself, cursed her, cursed the world, the universe. I looked over to see what was stalling her - not wanting to be that pushy bastard that I was all-too-aware that I could suddenly become."Allison?" and she breathed."Lie down" she murmured."On your chest. Lie down" she insisted.As confused as I was, I obliged. She moved over on the bed so that I could roll, and when I faced her pillow, I heard her light footsteps on the wooden floor. In less than 30 seconds she was back,.