Then we started wearing out each other clothes she pulled off my shirt and I just pulled her sari only. Then Richa opened my jeans and pulled it down....It was like a dream sex happening with sexy married women. Then she came on me kissed my bare chest, hips legs and arms while her hands was on my underwear holding my half hard dick. She kissed me madly and very hard. Then I made her lie on the bed and came on her up. Richa made me kiss her everywhere neck, shoulders, hip, navel and her even. She sucked air in through her teeth. The whole situation and, yes, his rough treatment, had made her dripping wet. He let go of the grip he had on the chain and opened the fridge. Took out what looked like some butter and knocked over a half empty milk carton, ignoring the fact that the milk spilled out on the kitchen floor. Then his fingers went from her pussy to her ass. Both fingers. He could surely not mean that...Could he?“You could have cost us a very important friend of the Museum,. I imagined her coming to the pub that I would take her into my arms and pull her close, then kiss her deeply. I had to shake the image of her in my arms and the soft touch of her lips against mine when someone called out asking me if I needed anything. I looked over to the older man standing behind the bar with a curious grin on his face and told him that I didn’t, I was just thinking. He nodded his head and mumbled something about my being an American. From the look he gave me, it wasn’t. You don't have to tell her any of my secrets. Unless you want me to tell her yours." No, dude. I think I'll go back to my game. Nice meeting you, Jill." He looked glad to get away."I think you scared him, Jill." I was just playing with him." I don't think you understand. You're out with one of the biggest losers at Fernmont. And my buddies all are, too. We're the guys who dream and talk about women all the time but would rather do just about anything than actually talk to one. When he thought.