Me: ” To Neha darling, Tumhe Tushar pasand aa gaya lagata hain nahi ….???”, I break the silence.Tejal: ” Mera hubby hain hi aisa ki kisi ko bh... pasand aa jaye, Neha mast kalakar hain mera Tushar …” , and she winks at her. And put her hand on my semi erected dick.Tushar: “mene Neha jaisi mast sexy hot looking ladaki kabhi nahi dekhi..”Me: “Dekha Tejal …Kya bol raha hain ..Par Tushar. Tejala bhi equally hot and sexy hain …Or thodi janali billi type bhi hain….”, Or Tejala ne jor se muje jangho pe. It's gorgeous, mom."We hugged, we cried a bit, and then we settled into the business ofplanning the necessary alterations. My mother was a bit heavier thanClaire and not quite as generously endowed, so we'd have to create moreroom in the bust line and take in the waist a bit. As the months sped by,Claire's full wedding ensemble evolved: my mother's dress (somethingold); a pair of white gloves (something new); a veil on loan from Lana'smother (something borrowed); and a pair of silk panties with. His forefinger was tracing a line between my lips and I gripped the plane seat in shock and pleasure as he began to push his finger in my tight little hole through my knickers. As he continued to probe at my cunt I felt my knickers tighten on my hips before he tore through the material and his finger forced its way dep inside me. This continued for a couple of minutes as I sat squirming on first one finger before he added a second and then third to my sticky cunt. He stopped fingering me and I. Not only that, but he fell into the habit of closing the local bars with work buddies, putting him home in the wee-small hours of the morning, with just enough time to pass out, sleep it off, and get up again just in time to leave for work. Predictably, Cathy became lonely. She started dropping by my apartment in the afternoons, almost as soon as Bill would leave for work. She’d usually bring her infant son. One day when he cried, Cathy turned to me with an anxious look: “Jim, I’m really.