Pehle to maine reply nahi kiya. Magar dobara usi number se mujhe back to back 5 messages aaye. To maine fir unhe padha aur likha-Me: Hello, kon hai?Fi... saamne se mujhe reply aaya ki wo Sukhwinder aunty thi. Pehle to main darr gaya. Fir unhone mujhe poocha ki main unke ghar kyu nahi aa raha tha aur unko ignore kyu kar raha tha.To maine unhe kaha: Main darr gaya tha ki kahi aap meri mummy ko na bata do, aur us din ke liye main aapko sorry bolna chaahta hu.Fir ulta unhone bhi mujhe sorry bola us. Technically, we spanked Simon once, let him rub his junk with our foot, and stuffed his mouth with our limpy boy.Psh, that cannot even be called experimenting. We were just trying to... Yeah, trying. We’re always trying.It didn’t matter. He had to start. He opened his mouth when his phone started ringing. Well, not that was bad timing. He looked at the phone screen with an annoyed expression.“It’s Mark. It doesn’t matter, I’ll see tomorrow what he wanted,” he rejected the call. “Now, I was. Denise got out of bed first and naked, walked into the bathroom. The sound of her showering soon followed. “Fucking hell Carol, that was some night.” It wasn’t my best wake up greeting. “Mm…” Carol stretched, her arms aloft, making her tits rise in a languid pose. We both stunk of sex, the bed, even the room reeked from out excesses. “…Where’s Denise?” “Taking a shower.” “Was it a nice blow job she gave you?” I wasn’t certain, but thought. The two were due to embark on an all girls weekend to Paris early the next morning and spirits were very high. Sarah’s husband Dave was preparing a meal in the kitchen and missed the girls’ entrance owing to the loud music accompanying his culinary duties. “Fuck!” he exclaimed startled by the unexpected hand on his ass.Kate let out a hearty laugh as she withdrew her hand “Hiya Dave what’s cooking ya sexy bastard?”Kate had known Sarah for years and was the very closest of all her friends which.