So she came upstairs, had a few drinks with us...and well..." "Eddie, seriously man-" "Look, Charlie. It shouldn't have come together like it did. Sin...e it has, now I'm on the hook, and I need your help." It seemed more than somewhat odd to me that him needing my help meant having sex with his fiancée. No mistaking it, Megan was a good looking girl. She had smoothly tanned skin, long hair that hung in lazy waves, the slightest bit of baby fat in her cheeks and over her already shapely hips. But. Engulfed in an amazon of ambiguity; I remember, reaching and wrapping my hand around her fullness and started stroking it gently. It had been years, since the high school days; when I stroked someone other than myself. It was unbelievable to say the least. Seeing me not upset or concerned; she reached and pulled me close once again. We started kissing but being honest, I was transfixed by the looks and the feelings of her cock in my hand as one my hand caressed her smooth shoulders and the. Taking my hands to her breasts- she said please – jor sey press karo mera mummu ko. Then I felt another pair of hands – this was Anil opening my belt and trousers and then my underwear – his hands snaked and felt my throbbing cock and he massaged me and pulled the skin from my cock head. Then he started to take off the saree off Namrata and then her petticoat and finally her very wet panties. Then he said to me – main upni biwi ko tere liye nangi kar rah hoon – yeh tera maal hai – jish tehar se. But don’t look, okay?”Kofe made a show of covering her eyes with one hand, crossing her legs as her puffy tail waved back and forth. Miller turned away from her, glancing over his shoulder to ensure that she wasn’t peeking, then began to undress. He kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his yellow work overalls, stowing them in one of the lockers, then proceeded to take off his shirt and jeans. Now wearing only his underwear, he looked back at Kofe, his cheeks flushing as she saw that she was.