I caressed her curves. Dove into her pussy for a close encounter. I waited for the next time, and this was it. Today was the day, the moment. My body ...hivered in fear and excitement.It was our friend’s wedding, we all visiting Bangalore together. I had lost all inhibitions around her as my friend’s wife. She was just another woman I craved. Two days before the rituals, we all went out for drinking that evening.She was captivating. Her blue dress pulled back up from her knees. I gawked at her. Not yet.”Then dad surprised the hell out me when he said, “I’ll hold her. You fuck her first.”All kind of thoughts rushed through my mind. “First!” “Fuck her!” “He’ll hold her while I fuck her!”So I removed my blue jeans and my underwear while dad looked at my erection. I got back on the bed and crawled over closer to Randi. Then I held my cock and tilted it down far enough to touch the head of it to her moist hole. I pushed forward and it slipped right in with hardly any resistance at all. Dad. She could feel her wetness on her panties. Her vulva was tumescent, her clit turgid. She envisioned the ridge of her hooded clit protruding from her labia, as she knew it was, and she envisioned the tip of her clit protruding from its hood, begging to be touched, rubbed, squeezed, and even abused. Her clit was so sensitive she knew it it would be torture to be rough with it, but sometimes she needed to punish her clit in the worst way to get off in the best.Really, that was just in her. I knew the kind of movie Shelly meant, 95 to 125 minutes oftorture. Fortunately, Abby shot down the movie, pointing out that shecould have stayed home to do that. Shelly dropped onto the couch tosulk. I resumed solving the Sudoku puzzle on my phone while Abby toreopen another bag of Cheetos. After an hour of puzzle solving that leftme with a drained phone battery and Abby's fingers sore from flippingthrough magazines she'd read, already we agreed Shelly could pull outher box of videos. .