After a minute or two, she spoke, she asked me in a sarcastic manner ” By the way you have a great view from your window, I was standing near the wi...dow, and I heard sounds from hall.., I had no clue what to say… I replied with ”okay” she continued ” by any chance was it you?” I knew where she was leading too. It was a time I had to start being the man from a gentleman. I replied to her ” yes riya, I saw you, and while moving towards my bedroom I accidentally banged my legs on the boxes.” I. ” Opening her legs wider, she gasped as I knelt at the foot of the bed. “I can see your tight arse in the mirror, hold your arse cheeks apart for me.” I did as I was told. “Finger it for me.” With the middle digit on my hand, I could sense she had done a good job of stretching me. I pushed it in to a cacophony of gasps from her as she rode on her husband’s cock. My cock felt so hard between my legs, the deviancy of a bisexual threesome had excited me greatly in the days leading up to this. I. . Boobs dekhne k liye subah 6 bje uth kar terrace chala jata tha mai .. Lekin iss k stories pdh kar mujhme confidence aaya mujhe laga ki usse baat chit shuru karni chahiye tb ja kar kahi use chod paoga . To isi housle k sath main lag gaya kaam par. Baat chit badha di usse usse baat karte samay khud ko mushkil se control kar pata aur baar baar uske doodh dekhta rehta vo b notice karti aur sharmati ab main second level par pahunch gaya jb b kbhi terrace par jata go usko dekh lund salami deta to. I wanted that woman as badly as I wanted my next breath. Ayanna shall be mine if it’s the last thing I do, I vowed to myself. As you can imagine, I was headed for trouble. I relentlessly pursued the lovely Muslim gal who was the object of my affections. Basically I flirted, hollered, and stalked her. In no uncertain terms she let me know that she was not interested. I can only be with a Muslim man and a non-creepy one at that, Ayanna told me loudly one afternoon at work. Alright, I said, and.