Wo dono hamare ghar ke pass hi rahti hai or mai unke ghar aata jata rahata hu ina or mai dono sath sath padhe, bachpan se hi sath rahe jiske karan hum...dono ek dusre ke friend jese hai.Meri bua or unki beti done hi mujse frank hai bua ke ghar mai keval wo dono hi rahte hai jiske karan bua jayadtar raat mai keval bra and panty mai hi soty hai.Mai jab bhi unse milta to wo muje gale lagarka kis karti ye unka mujse milne ka tarki tha tab mai bhi moka parakr unke hips pe hath lagata or wo iska virodh. Then he lifted my hand and in a French manner kissed the inside of my hand. Looking into my eyes that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world said softly “Your photos do not do your justice. You’re gorgeous”. I got so wet; I wanted him to take me right then and there. When we were comfortably situated in the Rolls Royce’s backseat, he started up the engine and maneuvered the vehicle out and into the traffic.After few minutes on the road, Montague closed the car’s convertible roof.. And what did Karen get from the affair, other than being fucked senseless? Well, she gave me the story of how she had always fancied me, from the time when we ran in the same street gang, but for the life of me I don't ever remember getting a kiss, or even a feel from her, during my street gang days.She said I had fucked her at least twice when I got back from the Falklands, and it was the best that she'd ever had. I can't remember fucking her; I might have, as I was shagging two or three birds. Still, Dave managed to drag is butt out of his cabin and go get lunch at the South Beach Club. The South Beach Club was an informal buffet towards the aft of the ship.As he was passing through the Lido deck on route to the South Beach Club, he saw a familiar body in a very revealing bikini. It was Amber and she was with her friend, John. Both of them were on deck chairs, taking in the sun."Hi, Amber," said Dave, timidly."Dave," replied Amber coolly."Hi, Dave," said John standing up and offering.