Most of my masturbation session ithink abt her only. I fucked her every night in my dreams. One Day I reached her room, she was cleaning it. She was a...one at home and surprised to see me. She was in her Black saree. As soon isaw her my eyes went to her waist, it was a ho…t there with some sweat drops. She had tucked the bottom of her saree up into her panties so that she could walk freely. It was that much up that iwas able towatch lower part of her thighs. She told me towatch TV but I said. And such bodies you see. There's a thick, stocky woman performing squats in a power cage by herself, with her back to you. The bar's loaded up with big plates - two 45-lb plates on each side. She's performing slow, controlled reps, going down deep, pausing at the bottom for a second or two each time, and grunting as she straightens up again.There's a darker-skinned woman with bulging muscles all over, performing bench presses while her slimmer and leaner partner straddles her midriff. That. He wouldn’t cum before she did. She whimpered and moaned, digging her nails into his back. He arched back and thrust powerfully into her, the surge nearly peaking. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, whimpering, softly urging him on. He slowed, gauging her readiness. "Damn it, don't stop...." she whispered against his neck, sliding against him, rocking with his motion. "I never plan on stopping." He began again, feeling the surge cresting more slowly this time. She pulled her hips. ‘So we’re cool? You’re still my best friend?’ ‘Yeah, still your best friend but only if you stop telling everyone I am your gay best friend.’ She started to giggle, ‘Hey, that’s not what I tell them. I call you my ‘gay best friend who happens to be straight’. ‘ Blake let a low chuckle and she knew he was rolling his eyes at her,’ Yeah, that’s not much better.’ Sam was happy they were back to joking around and laughing together. She knew that everything would be ok. All she had to do was forget.