So far my dress and makeup didn'tappear to be too far off the mark. Nobody pointed or called me a slut.Taylor's husband, Jim, stood out in a room full...of tall men. What washe doing here? He spotted me, perked up even taller then suddenly brokeaway from the group he was part of. In seconds he was almost on us.Behind him I could see Taylor too. Blonde curls fell around nakedshoulders. It looked like she was apologizing to the group beforefollowing her giant husband. I braced myself for. “Sheila you have deserved this for a long time, for being such a bitch to Me.” with that he gave her ass cheek a firm smack. ‘SMACK’ and another, ‘SMACK’. He continued he rough assault on her insides and rammed his cock deep into her, making her pelvis slam into her desk which each thrust. It took everything she had not to scream out loud. Rebecca wanted to speed things up, she was hungry for the power that was coming her way after the both came. Call her a whore, and smack her ass. While talking to each other, once there was a question arisen whether girl life is good or a woman life. On this I got some nervousness but Preeti started laughing. When the answers began to come, to the strange of Preeti I favored Preeti to Girl’s life best opinion. Bhabhi criticized that we were making her looser. Later we departed. After a few minutes I found my bhabhi & Preeti approaching their drawing hall to watch television.Here to my luck I got a chance to touch the sensational beauty. She teased mynipples with her toes. More of Rod's cream escaped and oozed down mythroat.During a commercial she said, "You know, Penny, right now you mightthink it's a bad deal to be denied my tits and ass, and only get myfeet. But before you know it, you'll be all turned on by my toes andsoles and heels. Just wait and see."It didn't seem possible, and yet I'd read somewhere about how, in theVictorian era when women were quite covered up, some men developed afetish for one of their few.