That day, i came home early from work and saw Preeti in our kitchen making something. She was looking damn sexy that day wearing pink punjabi suit whi...h added all the effect to her already pinkish body. I knew it was Preeti but pretended i didn’t knew it was her and went behind her, put my both hands on her boobs from behind, hold her tight against my chest, licking her ears, I whispered ” You are looking very sexy today. Come let’s go in the bedroom and let me taste you from head to toe.” All. Get dressed. I'll take you to get your car."She got dressed and I drove her to the Starlight Club and there was her car all by itself in the parking lot. She took her keys and getting in started her car and turned to head home. I followed and noticed she spent almost the whole trip on cell phone.No ... I promised her I would not be suspicious and I did give her the free pass.But I'm not a dummy. That day I went online and found a Trojan horse for her cell phone and sound activated recorders for. To him, she was an angel—no—’His Angel’ more precious, then priceless gemstones or the purest gold. She fit within his arms like a tailored leather glove. He did not care what tomorrow would bring, because she was his until the end of time. He ran his finger down her spine and felt a tingle of electricity, going from his fingertips straight to his cock. He softly laid her down, and with wet butterfly, kisses followed the trail left by his fingers. ‘Oh Douglas, I love you,’ as she felt his. Cathy soon learned what I was doing, and soon we had a fairly good routine going. If people were watching they must have thought it was rehearsed, but it was just a strange alcohol fueled inspiration. Part frug, part monkey, part jerk and mixed with other unknown dances of the last ten years, even laced with liberal doses of the Bat-tusi, we ruled the dance floor for those four minute segments each weekend. It was our song, and it made all the sense in the world to us. ‘All of the guys just.