"Jeff, you're not..." Diana started as her mind began to analyze the possibilities, quickly settling on one."Who, me?" Jeff, oh so innocently, asked."...h, my goodness," she whispered. "Courtney will ... Oh, Jeff, are you sure about this?" You going outside without a coat?" he teased. "Better hurry." It's at the garage door," she absently said as he guided her into the hallway.A few minutes later, coats on and everyone in the garage, Jeff called out as some of them started for the vehicles, "Not. R-bat.ng to some pictures of busty women on our computer. While I am quite well naturally endowed in that area, I didn't believe for one second, his story about trying to say that he was fantasizing about me while doing his dirty deed.My reaction was swift and immediate. Bob is both physically smaller and psychologically inferior to me, so I had little difficulty in forcing him to do whatever I wanted.I yanked him over my lap and proceeded to blister his butt with my hairbrush, scolding him. Before Ridhima could say anything, he slid down her leggings. He had to make some effort to slide them till her thighs, after which it fell on the floor. Ridhima’s pink floral panty was in front of Naveen’s face covering her ass.The panty smelled of her love juices. It was intoxicating, and Naveen felt like smelling it all day. But putting his thoughts aside, he removed her panty too. Both her leggings and panty were on the floor now. Naveen asked Ridhima to step out of her panty and. We were both 18 then and we lived in a two bedroom flat in Liverpool. Life was pretty okay and I had a good job and as I said sex was just a straight part of marriage and we didn’t actually experiment to much, Mary always seemed dry when we had sex and she had never had an orgasm but life seemed okay.One day while talking to our neighbour from downstairs he explained how a water pipe had ruptured in his apartment and they had to clean and replace all the carpet in the flat, he would have to.