"Chris gave me a broad smile and said, in a mock-sarcastic tone, "Of course, hypothetically. Yeah, sure, I suppose I would. Might be fun. Why do you a...k?" Oh, it was just something Nicky and I were talking about in passing her last visit."The remainder of the week dragged. Especially after I later asked Chris if he had any plans for the weekend and would he like to hang out Friday night? He gave me a knowing look and replied, "Nothing I can't easily cancel. See you Friday."Friday afternoon. .paccchhh……..ppppaaaaccchhh kala ta Padmakamala swarga raaiza re pahanchigala aau jor jor hasibaku laagila je didi daudi aasi dekhila pura dam re giha guhi chalichhi)Pudyasini: Mo naa ta badalei pudyasini rakhila ehar naa kana rakhibaBanabrata: Naa ta deichha padmakamala aau kana mu ta Pudyakala boli dakibi tume kana kahuchhaPudyasini: Khub bhala naa ta dela mu bi pudyakala kahibiPudyakala: Mu kana boli ehanku dakibiPudyasini: Mu ta bandaraaja dakuchhi tu bandaghaita kahile kou din satare to. Gentle strokes to her arse followed. She quivered ever so slightly fearing pain would come, but the easy steady tempo soon led her astray from her fears. Like a buggy ride on a sunny afternoon. I noticed her visibly relaxing and smiled to myself. The riding crop soon found its way into my hand. How I adore the crop myself! Such a coaxing and cunning device with many applications and sensory outcomes. Little taps at first, very slight sting. Still building on tempo, we had. We kissed passionately as my cock got harder and harder by the second. I didn’t want to fuck her though, I just wanted to hold her and kiss her, the fucking would come later. I put her back on her feet and got the shampoo bottle, squirting some out on my hand before running it through her hair. We both got body wash on out hands and rubbed it into each others skin. Both of us exploring each others bodies. She let out a sexy groan as my hand ran over her pussy, I pulled her into a hug, playing.