As soon as I stopped, she got into the passenger seat. I started driving but did not know where to go.I looked at her and I could sense she too was ex...ited and the surprising thing was, I did not see any traces of tension or fear on her face. I asked her where she wanted to go. She just said wherever and said she had called up home and told her mother in law that she would be late as she had to go to her head office.I started driving and decided to take the Mysore road. After a few minutes of. As I grew older and girls grew into women I was surrounded and suffocated by the same shapes and figures I loathed for. Everywhere I looked I saw breasts in tank tops and asses in skin tight blue jeans. This was before lulu lemons and tights. The way a woman’s body curves in and out from her shoulders, squeezes into her torso, flares out to accommodate her hips and again slenders down gradually from her thighs to her feet. Her hair flowing down to her breasts. The bra she wore was the only. Would you come over for a drink?”As we enjoyed some wine in their cabin we learned that Buffy was a 30ish schoolteacher from a town a few hours away from ours. She was a five foot four blond, huge busted and a bit plump, but not fat. “Slim”, six-four and slender, was also a schoolteacher and wasn’t her husband. Their spouses loved golf and were at a resort together. The next glass of wine found Buffy sitting by me and Slim by Claire.Buffy asked, “Have you guys ever swapped?”Claire answered,. Both of us moaned as the head of his cock touched my womb and my muscles contracted around him. My flesh clung to his shaft as he pulled back inch by inch till only the head was inside me. Then he pumped back in, as deep as he could go and began a torturous pace. He controlled the depth and the speed of his strokes into my pussy making me groan when he would stop and hold himself still within me. ‘Please,’ I begged him, feeling on the verge of exploding. My clit was swollen, pulsing with the.