Me:waaa bhbhi ek dum mast lag rhi ho..bhabhi:hmmmm malum hai..To phit bhabhi ne cover up pehen liya or phir hum log room mein se nikle or lobby mein g...ye lobby mein sab bhabhi ko ghoor -2 dekh rhe the or phir mene reception pe ek yatch ke liye baat ki private boat to phir unhone humhe adress diya humne taxi li or waha pohoch gaye or hum us boat waale ko dhundne laage or humhe wo boat waala mila phir humhe wo bhoat waala mila or phir hum boat pe chale gaye or aandar ek room tha bhabhi or mein. I guessed that Kelly was becoming more her old self.The ride to school was pretty quiet except when Robbie got on the bus. "Are you ready to be educated?" she yelled, before sliding into the seat with Tami and me. The responses she got were rude and semi-pornographic.Tami and I had art third period. Not by choice. It was a required subject. It hadn't been so bad in o-four, but now it sucked. Last year we got a lot of early art history: Rembrandt, Da Vinci, Michelangelo. Plus our own pathetic. It was a mess and I wished I had at least made my bed. Mr. Michaels was eating my pussy when his cell phone rang and it was his wife. He told her he got hung up after class and would be home soon. It wasn’t so soon, though, ‘cause we fucked a couple of times first. There was something so sexy about that long, thin cock slithering into my pussy like a snake and making its way all the way to the end. He called me a filthy cunt and a dirty slut a lot when he fucked me, which I really liked. He. And all our other wives. He was the bestest man and husband in the world. “That’s ... generous, Mr. Jackman.”“I know,” Frank said. “And not a word about Natasha.”“Yeah,” the man nodded, looking down at his employee loving his cock.“Oh, isn’t that just sexy?” Janet whispered. My bestest friend and wife sat beside me on the desk. Like me, her stretchy dress was bunched around her waist, leaving her naked, her big tits heaving, her long, sleek legs swinging. My big boob brushed hers, making me.