Aab kuch ahmed ki himmat abri aur who mery close akar beth gaya meiny bhi himmar ki aur usy sy phochamein: tmhari koi girl frnd nhi hai?Ahmed: nhi hai...meri koi frnd meri gf thi par usny mujhy chor diya!Mein: kiun chora usny?Ahmed: mein buhat sharmila ho na aur who jo chah rahi thi who nhi kar paya!Mein: who aisa kya chah rahi thi?Ahmed: who…mein apko nhi bata sakta!Mein:kiun yr? mujh sy na sharmao mein sub janti ho tm mujhy prob batao shayad mein tmhari help kar sakoo?Ahmed: who mujh sy sex. ”“Okay, so you've had a few drinks and he's got his hand under your skirt and he's rubbing your thigh, what would you do?”When she saw the bulge in my jeans, she smiled, then bit her lower lip and moved her hand to my hard cock and started rubbing it.“This is what I'd do and I'd whisper in his ear, “I want this.”“And...”“We'd go out to his car and I'd give him a blow job like I did to you in my bedroom, and then we'd fuck in the back seat.” She paused and saw the expression on my face and. Everyone kept talking and having a good time. We heard my wife call back that she was going to put the potaoes in the microwave for a couple of minutes to make sure they where warm. I was thinking she is a genius..that bought her some time in there alone with him. They came back a good three minutes later with a steaming bowl of mashed potatoes. She sat them down and I stood up to pull her chair out for her. Again that same guy said look at how well trained she has him, everyone laughted and my. Brian apparently could not get the picture of Carmen's tits being tortured out of his mind, "Were you really serious man" he then me asked again. I looked at Carmen and saw a faint smile to her face as she nodded in agreement, "She's yours if you want" I answered back looking at Brian. "Her tits are yours to do as you wish" I added. Dinner went fast after that and when we all returned to the living room, I looked at Brian, "There is a hook in the ceiling in the bedroom that you can tie and.