There was nothing under it but me. Mom had told him I wanted to have a serious talk, and had kept him occupied during my preparations. I was freshly b...thed and coiffed, I'd had a manicure and a pedicure — from Mom, bless her — and the little makeup I wore was immaculate.Sensing it was time, I called, "Donny, would you come in here please?"Donny walked into the den, shaved and combed, looking great. He even smelled good.He looked around at the food, the wine, and then he let his eyes linger on. "I thought we told each other everything!" "This just seemed so...unlike you!" She said. "And I already have a guy in mind! It's a guy I work with...he's hot! I hope he'll do it...I'd give anything to see you sucking his dick...or letting him fuck you!" Jamie worked for the police department...she was a 911 dispatcher. I assumed the guy she was talking about was another dispatcher. We fucked, then, and it was hard, rough sex...and she even told me she wanted it in her own ass, which we do. They proceeded to this couple.They where Mr and Mrs Singh, must be married two years back and are young below thirties. Mr Singh is lesser in height with good strong body. He is shamelessly displaying his hairy chest in T shirt. Sapna rarely wears jeans and top, so Rakesh is enjoying chatting with Mrs Singh. She is modern Punjabi girl with good firm boobs and ass. Her lips are larger then sapana. Mr Singh and Sapna are enjoying chats. Rakesh is also ogling a marwari couple aged above 40 yrs.. I used to be able to read his mind and know what he was thinking without question. Now I find myself stumbling for words and quick responses to his questions. I doubt my answers, hoping they are what he is looking for when I used to just know. Just last night he said, “You’re too emotional, relax slut” but those words alone were enough to send a fresh stream of tears down my cheeks. He knows me, inside and out, through and through, as if no time has passed between us and I ache to belong to him.