The guy's car was some little foreign piece of crap, with fast food litter all over the back, and had a stick shift right off the floor, but again, no...console. We got in his car and pulled away, but right at the corner we were back on typical packed lower Manhattan streets. He stared driving around the area looking for a quiet street to park, and I had my hand down his sweatpants and around his cock while we were driving. As we cruised the streets he was telling me how much he wanted to suck me. I was, of course, sobbing. She tried to comfort me ... but it wasn't working.I told her the entire story, not that there was really much of a story to tell. My boyfriend had gotten head from Natalie ... the bitch from Hunter. What could you do?My phone started ringing, his ring. Good ole fucking William Tell Overture. I ignored the call, and watched the "1 Missed Call" flash on the front screen. It was a flip phone. I opened it then snapped it shut, to make the alert go away. It vibrated a few. Everything suddenly seemed to become clear as Ben recalled Veronica's wish that they exchanged places and his ready agreement. Cary was kissing Veronica supple body and sucking on her tits, it was Ben who was on the receiving end of this love. No this couldn't happen; Cary was his best friend and not his lover. Ben stopped for a second and tried to get Cary to understand they couldn't do this, Cary must know of the magic. He must know that he was now making love to his best friend in his wife's. I like her.Uma: ohhh shut up. We cannot do anything here. You just sleep in our bedroom. Don’t do anything these two days here. I don’t want to make anyone suspicious about us.I nodded at her with dejected affirmation as it has been a long time I had a blow job and a nice boobs massage and a pussy massage on my dick.We walked home. Everyone was present at the dinner time. Uma ate already. All the males in the house were having dinner and ladies were doing their serving. Everyone was fully.