It was that afternoon when she was working herself into another naked adventure in masturbation that the phone rang breaking the mood and so it was wi...h some resentment that she answered.“Gwen, it’s Howard. I’m sorry to call like this but I need to see you.”“About what?“About the divorce. I ... I’d like to take you to dinner.”Her heart skipped a beat. Had he come to his senses? Was he having second thoughts? Did he want to reconcile?”“Of course, Howard. When?”“Why don’t I pick you up about. I had no strange reaction for that and I was normal. Couple of days later he again told me the same thing and I asked him for her number just to talk to her once as she was my childhood friend.The real story begins here, I haven’t see her from couple of year so was not aware of how she looks now. So as soon as I got her number I texted her and the chat conversation was routine between us as we are taking to each other after a long time. We just imagined about our childhood days and laughed at. But this game is different.. i wanted to play strip rummy.rekha:- oh.. well how to play that?Me:- each person looses will have to remove one dress from their bodyrekha:- haha.. i will beat u easily ill so much good in rummy u know.. you have to be like anew born baby without clothes.. hahaMe:- (hehe.. ) ok shall we play.. we will see. im also good u know :PRekha -.. humm lets see(After one round.. i lost it)Rekha:- haha u lost it…. now… do as i say.. Remove your shirt..(I removed it.. she was. But god she screamed and screamed and screamed. Kemal didn't care. he knew he was tearing her up, he ddn't care. He fucked her arsehole like he was trying to smear her podgy slutty cheating body all over the rough concrete floor. He was slamming into her, his whole weight driving that thick rod of dick up her butt, I watched as the impact of each thrust send shudders though her fat arse and quivered up her body. Kemal ripped her jacker up, tore her blouse apart with his bare hands, her back.