What's going on? Did I rip a seam?" As she twisted to check her sides, the springy tard stuttered higher up her body, clearing her ass and eventually ...eaching her navel. She ignored it."Hey, Glenn!" A loud voice boomed and echoed around the pool. "Why are you guys still clothed? Did you forget what day this is? I see your monster cock is getting a head start." We all looked around, including my 'naked' wife until we spotted the source. In a gap between two trees at street level was what. He really put his weight into it. My pulse raced feverishly and I sighed as an intense wave of wanton lust surged through my body, culminating in the sweet wet spot between my thighs.A prickly heat spread across my backside and I struggled to catch my breath. His fingers caressed and probed my soaked cunt, which was shamelessly and totally on display for him. I moaned at the exquisite discomfort of my nipples tightening and felt his moist palms on my arse, like fire against the hand-shaped. I remember the first day after Chhaya had arrived to work at my house as a Maid and my parents left home I ran back to my room and began to finger myself thinking of me and Chhaya me making Love. I lived in a locality where there were not many friends of my age and thus in my spare time when I was not in college I always ended up in Bed getting all wet by thinking of Chayya.Days got converted into Weeks and Weeks into Months and my urge to make Chhaya mine was increasing with each passing day.. She walked to the bar, an old couple were just taking their drinks back to their seat. A couple of guys were at the far end on stools. A group of younger guys, late twenties - early thirties, were standing together at the other end of the bar. They were noisier than everyone else, looked like rugby types. One even had a few plasters. I guessed they had been playing at the local amateur club and come in for a post match beer. Shirley stood between the two groups at the bar and ordered a glass of.