“I can only tell if you’re turned when we dance!” I exclaimed teasing them delightfully. “Well do you think we should dance or do you want to ...eel my bulge sitting here?” Dave said nervously as Mark’s hand went to the PVC top of my fishnet stockings. “We could dance if you want or you could just get your cock out and show me?” I giggled as Mark’s fingers gently stroked my shaved slit. Opening my legs, placing one leg on each of the guys laps, I found myself thrusting my shaved pussy at Mark’s. Maine bas uske thighs pe hanth rakha aur dhire dhire sahlane laga. Thodi der ke baad, uske pet pe hanth lagaya., aur dhire se boobs pe pahunch gaya., kya mast boobs the yaar., makhan jaise bilkul, lund ekdum tight ho gaya tha, main ek ek karke dono boobs dabaye ja raha tha, kabhi nipple ko masal deta to kabhi zor se daba deta, wo dhire dhire mast hone lagi thi. Wo kuch kar nhi rahi thi. But karne sab kuchh de rahi thi. Maine use bola ki baith ke dekhne me maja nhi aa raha hai, chalo let ke. I hope you have a GPS, because here's the address."Frank looked at the clock; it was already 3pm, on a Friday no less. He wasn't to get him till after 6 pm at the earliest. "Well," he thought, "I didn't have plans tonight anyway." Ok, George, I'm on my way. Call your cell or the office when I get there?" Call the office, Frank, and we'll walk through troubleshooting the problem."Frank grabbed his backpack and headed out the door. Got in his car, plugged the address into the GPS. Once it found. So anyhow, we married four years ago. Yeah, I took the dirty Knight money for the last four, long, fruitless, boring years. I say boring cause after the first few weeks, Michael started devoting all his 'fucking' time to that damn family business. I say fruitless cause what little 'fucking' time I actually got with my 'true love' was just so damn useless as he was so very 'small and way too quick in the bad way' after what I was more... used too, that well... I tried to be a good wife, I really.