She was now only in her panties as she was wearing no bra inside. She removed her panties too and lied down on the bed and stared to finger her pussy ...nd fondling her breasts. Wow she was looking like an angel in her birthday suit with those beautiful breasts and clean shaved pussy. She was so hot that she seemed to have forgotten that I was also there. Then I went near her and started to fondle and lick her breasts. Now I had one hand on her breasts and I moved my other hand on her pussy and. We were going around telling you-won't-believe-this-shit stories trying to one-up the last story. One lady finally opened up about her you-won't-believe-this-shit story. This is her story...**'I'm getting married today', was my first thought when I woke up in the hotel room. It was only 7am but I knew I wouldn't get any more sleep today. There was the expected flurry of phone calls to make and answer. The ceremony was scheduled for 1pm. I told my mother and soon to be mother-in-law that I'd do. Her nipples were so erect that they were poking out of her red semi transparent blouse. She went down, removed my jeans and gave me a sexy blowjob and we were ready for a hardcore session. She was so desperate that she tore my t shirt without giving me a chance to remove it and she was sucking my dick very hard. Among all the women I had fucked she had given me the best blowjob ever. She ate as if she was eating a chocolate ice cream. I removed her saree and blouse which gave me a view to her. What all of this is leading up to is how I found myself a friend. Ken Bolton was his name, and he and I were similar personalities. He was pushing one of those tax scams that would later be known as tax shelters. Ken was a Public Accountant. Not a CPA, a P.A. He had gotten himself a doctorate in economics from some school over in Europe when he was younger, before he came to America. When I met him, he was forty one years old, a big man, on the heavy side of stocky, standing almost six feet.