He looked great in a suit, but reeked of the sort of man who hated suits. A shame, Antoinette would say.“Hello Eric,” she said. “This is Art-tur..., and Matthew.”“I suppose you’re with Avery.” Venom dripped form his words. Something must have pissed him off, and it had to be related to Avery. Weird, considering Avery should be helping the man. But Art and Matt said he wasn’t interested; still, she was hoping that was exaggeration. Apparently not.Art raised a hand in a small wave. “Ni-zu tag,” he. When I get home, usually in the evening, I shower, eat, and then get on the internet in my man cave and catch up on the Lush chatroom. A few months ago, I sat down in front of my computer and my password didn’t load automatically. Since I’m not highly computer literate, it took me a while to stumble through the issue. It seemed like someone else had used my computer. I didn’t think much of it until it happened, again, a few weeks later.I asked Doris if she had used my computer. She said. She clipped the thin leather belt tight. Susie loved dresseswith belts. They highlighted a woman's curves, accentuating thathourglass shape without being slutty like a corset. As Susie securedthe belt, her hand nervously caressed the fringe dangle of the belt.She thought of Jennifer, wondering if he somehow had selected this dressaware of Susie's fascination with belts. He had seen her wearing themso often at work. Did he notice? Or was it subconscious on his part?Maybe he selected that. It slid and lost in the depth of my pussy.“Aah Fuck. Your dick is far better than Tushar,” I complimented him.“Really, Bhabhi? You think I am better than my brother?” Harish asked.“Anyday. Fuck your bhabhi like a slut. She is all your sweety. Fuck me the way you want to. I am all yours,” I said. I wrapped my legs around his waist to let him explore the depth of my pussy a little more. He was thrusting me hard. Soon he asked me to come into doggy. I got on all four, and he pushed his giant dick.