There was still a little light outside and I could tell it was beautiful; his back yard had a big, lighted pool. My eyes strayed from my wife to notic... the paintings on the wall and the bronze statues on little stands. I suspected none of it came from a store like Ranch and Home in Kennewick! I’ve been in lots of nice homes in Kennewick as an inspector, but nothing like this one.We sat on matching leather couches, situated to look out through that big window-wall. Kristen and I sat on the. I readyly agreed as also my friend. Next day onwards he started to live with us. We used to roaming , eating all together except sleeping. Being old friends we were very close to each other, and used to drink frequently, some times my wife also joined us. We discussed freely in any topics except hard sexy topics.Slowly we started to discuss that also but in mild sense. One sunday morning I went out leaving my wife sleeping for getting bread, milk etc for breakfast.Locking the door from out side. Uski gand jabardast thi. Maine kaha salini ji aap ki gand bahut mast hai to wo boli kya gand marane ka irada hai kya maine kaha han saliniji muze modi gand marne me maja aata hai, kya tum ne pahale kabhi gand nahin marwayee wo boli ek bar marwayee thi par tera lund kafi mota aur lamba hai jar dheere dheere marna. Mai bola thuk laga kar yar tel laga kar gand marwaogee to usne kaha ki dressing table par vasline padi hai wo laga kar gand maro mai uth kar vasline lekar uski gand par aur mere lund. Meeting, learning, listening, fighting somewhat irrationally, learning, listening, laughing. My dick would be ragingly thick and full and her pussy would be wet, and achingly open. Tight against my straight upward shaft and balls, occasionally sliding against it but only incidentally. I would let the kiss dissolve. And let our bodies grow comfortable in the intimacy. I would let her sit back down, but this time put a blanket on the table on my balcony over looking the streets of Manhattan. I.