"Come here," I said to my wife.She rolled out around Gina and came around to where I was standing. "Kneel down here," I instructed as I pointed next t... me, "and watch."She did as told and watched as I slowly withdrew my still-hard cock from Gina's cum-filled pussy. The cum streamed out in large blobs, running down her slit and onto the bed, and slowly became a trickle. Gina fell forward and collapsed on the bed.I turned and offered my cum-coated cock to my wife and watched as she took it into. "That obvious?" We get a lot of regulars here. The sort of women who fit in here, andthe sort of man who appreciates that sort of woman."I glanced around. "So all these women here..." I just about said 'aremen' but stopped myself."Have a dick?" she offered after an awkward silence. "Yeah, that's whyit's called Dickies."I processed that information as I took a sip of my second beer but Ialmost choked in surprise as a sweet creamy liquid hit my tongue.Turning the bottle around I saw the. I started showering more compliments on bhabhi and she shied away thanking me on every compliment.”Look at this man..This is how men should be ,not like your bhayia” she exclaimed to sironi. I even loved the bengali twang in her name..Sironi. That evening I was at the market place and again saw the sisters but this time saugata bhabhi called me and asked me “Are you following us”. I got a bit scared as I fumbled with a no. Sironi laughed out loud and this time praised me as she spoke “Saw didi,. As we were saying our goodbyes I told her not to worry about me, that I would get my release later. "Yes, then tell me about it," she said.Often it is the little things that have the most impact on us. Take that passing comment for example. I dwelled on it all morning at work. During meetings, interacting with other coworkers, the tiny voice in the back of my mind was hers, and it was saying "tell me about it." She wanted to know details of the self pleasure that was yet to come. She knew that.