30, I was waiting for msg. At 10PM I got the msg.He: what are you doing?Me: watching TV.He: waiting for my msg?Me: yes, please tell me what you wantHe... finally you came to point.Me: who are you?He: what you are is wearing now?Me: sareeHe: which colorMe: PinkHe: you have black saree?Me: yesHe: change you saree, not only saree your bra,panty, jacket all should be in black colorMe: why?He; you look amazing in black dressMe: you are coming to my house?He: Do what I say don’t ask question.I went to. “Yeah, nothing special,” Michael lies. He’s still feeling so fucking horny he can barely contain himself. The wank he’d given himself in the woods had done nothing to calm his libido. Walking up behind Nicola he starts to kiss the back of her neck. She shrugs him away for a second but then responds to his attention and lets him put his hand up her skirt and slide her knickers to the floor. She steps out of them and spreads her legs for him. Micheal drops his trousers and releases his aching. His six foot athletic body, blonde hair, and baby blue eyes many woman drool. He too has an unquenchable appetite for sex. He politely declined because he'd already had plans.My next call was to Clay, a forty-five, confirmed bachelor. His black shoulder length hair, brown eye, and tanned body makes my heart skip a beat. He was so excited he dang near dropped his phone. We made plans to meet at the hotel that coming weekend.So much for a hot threesome with two gorgeous hunks, but I figured what. By now the sun was streaming into our room and Julia was looking very peaceful lying on her back next to me, with her ample breasts rising and falling as she breathed and her hard nipples looking very inviting. My whole body was telling me ‘go back to sl**p’, but my conscience kicked in and I pulled myself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror was not a pretty sight: a late night, too much wine and a silly smirk remembering what the three of us had been up to..