Greta Sanford entered his tiny bedroom. He had thoughtfully left a candle lit to make it easier for her to commit adultery with him tonight. The proud...African chauffeur and bodyguard didn't hear her but smelled her enter his room. Not only could his keen sense of smell pick up the scent of her expensive perfume but he could also smell the heady aroma of the recent sex wafting from between her legs.The candle was now behind her. Through his partially closed eyes, the candle lit up her pale. ‘Muriel is here already. Muriel, this is William. I think I mentioned that William is going to be camping in my spare room while he attends a course at Central St Martins.’‘Ah, yes! The artist,’ Muriel said, smiling and raising her eyebrows.‘Well, it’s more of a curatorial course,’ I said. ‘My undergrad degree was in art history rather than in doing clever things with paint brushes and welding equipment and stuff like that.’‘Nothing. Mansi: What are you talking about?Me: Bhabhi, I was saying about the Rangoli.She laughed and said, “You are quite naughty.”I masturbated 2 times that day, imagining my neighbour bhabhi’s cleavage. I made up my mind to seduce that bitch and fuck her on the bed!After the festival, my mom dad went for a short vacation to Lonavala near Pune. I was alone at home by making some excuses to avoid the boring family vacation. My parents left early in the morning and told Mansi to take care of me. They. He could hear her scurrying around the office, the loud click of the lock on the door, then as she sat back before the phone, He could hear her quickened breathing.He began to issue orders, commands to open her blouse, but not to totally undress. To pull each delicious orb free from the lacy bra, so that they peeked seductively over the rim. He told her to squeeze each nipple, wetting her fingers before she slid them across the pink bud. Milking them to a hard jutting peak. Pinching slightly as.