Spent and satisfied, Claire rolled off me. For a moment she lay beside me on the grass, and then she kissed me softly on the lips. She rose to her fee... and, before I could grasp what she was intending, she gave me a wave, blew me a kiss – and walked off into the house, leaving me pinned on the lawn, legs wide open and arms stretched above my head. I called out to her, but she disappeared into the kitchen, so I shifted to yelling.‘Claire? Claire! let me go! – what’s going on, what are you doing?. She was more like a best friend to me. I used to share everything with her every day. She is 34 years old. Her husband stays abroad and visits her occasionally. She lives in Hyderabad with her in-laws.She first contacted me through email in Nov 2018 saying that she loved my stories and they made her pussy wet. Soon we exchanged our WhatsApp numbers and used to have very nasty chats! She is very wild and always forced me to speak dirtier every time. But she always denied my offer for a direct. She tried to say something, but it was as if her brainrefused to allow her mouth to continue."Just tell me," Sharon said at last. "What is it?"Julie shook her head."No," she said at last. "I can't do this. Karen is my friend but you'relike my sister. I should have just told her no."After several more minutes of coaxing, Sharon finally dragged it out ofJulie - Karen had approached Julie to ask Sharon if she would be willingto have a liason with her."Me?! Why me?"Julie buried her head in her. His expression told me before his moaned words said, ‘Yes, please, Sir. I want …’ He was unable to finish his sentence as it was swallowed by his low wail when I pushed my knee up, forcing his balls into his body. If not for the presence of my leg he would have doubled over and fallen to the floor. When I pulled my leg down I wrapped my arms around him and held him up. His legs were like Jell-O and he put his arms around my shoulders in an attempt to steady himself. ‘Oh god, Sir…’ He gasped. I.