I won't tell your mother that you heardanything. I'll just tell her you rushed out after you were finished."I went out on the street, caught a cab to ...elen's Notting Hill apartmentand circled around the building, climbing up the back service stairs andgoing quickly to my room to change into my maid's dress, pulling my hairback into a ponytail. I slipped on the heels I was required to wear inthe house and checked the time quickly. Then I climbed back down the backstairs and went outside behind. We felt that we were made for each other sharing college stories, life, and other stuff.Nida, too, lost all inhibition she has for strangers (She never removes her head cover except before me). She was speaking about all her stories and past. The weather was inviting. I couldn’t stop looking at my wife as a husband, occasionally holding hands.All her beauty spilled out that night. Seeing her smile, laugh her heart out everything made her look so cute. Meghana, too, was almost cuddling with. Me? Just having a bit of fun here. Nah, not that. Closer, but not quite.Closer still. That's it. Yeah, it's good head. Some of the best I'vegotten." I couldn't believe that Jay was talking about getting his cocksucked with some guy on the phone. "No, not her. Not her either. Youaren't gonna guess, 'cause you don't know the guy. Yeah, that's right,it's a guy. I know. Found me a little whiteboy who likes dick.Especially black dick. No, I'm not k**ding you." Jay used the grip on. My entry is easy. You are still wet with my cum. You flex your muscles around me, drawing on my length until I feel compelled to bury myself deep inside you. Our coupling is slow, not as feverish as before. I languish my strokes, savouring every ripple, every pulse of your pussy until a sudden flurry of quick strokes make you cry out from the intensity. I bring you back down again slowly, gently, until the tension dissipates in your thighs. I know you like this. I like it, too. I do it to you.