"Bear, I told you we were getting married and I want you to be my best man," said Jessie."Why Me, Jess? You're kidding right? Damn, Jess, what do you ...ant a dried up old biker in your wedding party for, anyway? Surely there is someone else that can do it?" There is but I want you there supporting me. So, what's the answer?" he asked."Don't you have to have a bridesmaid who would be willing to be with me?" She has one," said Ellen, "if you don't mind cleaning up a bit. I'm willing to stand up. When I finished my paperwork in my laptop downstairs, I told Matt that I needed to go upstairs to my bedroom. But I forgot the machine running on. The problem was that this laptop had a screensaver containing a collection of Anita’s naughty photos…I looked at the guy from upstairs and saw he was watching one by one my sexy wife’s photos, as he was rubbing his growing cock through his working pants. Poor Matt was whispering dirty comments for himself.I listened intently trying to guess what. I sat up removing my arms around her with all sweat. She laughingly asked, slept well?Go to indiansexstories dot net to read more real-life sexual encounters.I: yup.!! Where is your hand napkin?She: Here. Why all the sweat?I: it was warm on your lap. (And I showed my left hand which was somewhere under her bum and thighs.) see it got wet with sweat.After wiping my face and hand I casually two folded the napkin and placed over my crotch area.She: what are you doing? I want it back.I: D. Don’t. Sudhir stopped her mid-sentence by placing his fingers on her lips.Sudhir – Ssssshhhhh. You don’t get to talk today.Shobha was getting angry now and She pushed Sudhir’s fingers aside and got up.Shobha – What do you think you are doing?Sudhir – Just finishing the unfinished business.Shobha – We didn’t have any business. (Shobha said looking angrily into his eyes).Sudhir stared back at her. Both were looking deep into each other’s eyes as if there was a competition of not blinking! After a few.