It matched her mood, as she clutched her thin robe tightly round her body, as if in doing so, she could keep out the driving rain that lashed against ...he window panes. It was one of those days when the wind and rain whistled round the eaves, creating a cacophony of strange sounds.The window panes shook and rattled, as they were intermittently being lashed with rain and wind. It was the type of day she would have liked to stop in bed and in the warm. But not today she had things to do. Her. She was wearing sleeveless churidar with dupatta (as she came on the pretext of going to her kid’s school). We had a cup of coffee. We both were happy to see each other. In between, we were casually touching each other’s fingers and occasional toe fight. Let me describe her now, she was 37 yr old housewife, MBA, had one kid of 6 years. She had a fair complexion, with stats 34C/28/36 (I came to know later !!!!), she had amazing eyes with long eye lashes, with very less make-up which I liked very. So at that we hit the back door, went out in to the parking garage and straight to an older Ford LTD. Older but in great shape. Ray joked that is was his wise guy car from New Jersey as we slid in. He slid beyond the wheel in the front seat as Monica and her date Tony slid in the back. I entered the front passenger door and slid in next to Ray and he directed me to the floor as he unzipped his black slacks. I complied and slid to my knees and scooted in front of him as he brought out his beer. Lauren almost came from the penetration, moaning and gasping as she held on to the moment. Jack didn’t wait for her to recover, he wanted to fuck and he was going to do it now. Pulling back to her entrance, he moved his hips in circles to tease her slightly before burying himself again. She gripped the fabric on the futon like her life depended on it as Jack repeatedly pounded in and out of her body. Each thrust pushing harder than the last, finally he was ready, one final push was all either.