She was soaked. She fucked herself hard. Her juices sloshed loudly as she imagined the Nebraska hick pounding her wanton pussy. White foam formed on t...e handle as she vigorously moved the brush in and out. With her other hand, she began rubbing her clit. Her hips writhed as her orgasm built deep in her loins. She felt a sensation of tranquility. A calmness before the storm. Her fingers rolled her clit swiftly as she shoved the brush in and out. The noises from between thighs were loud. She. ” We both shook hands. My best friend’s husband took my luggage and walked towards his parking car.I saw Anil two years back at Isha’s marriage. He was lean and handsome and still maintaining his body well. Isha was lucky to have such a health-conscious husband. Isha always told me over the phone how he rarely missed a day at the gym.We reached home in 30 minutes. Anil opened the locked door. Isha must be sleeping, I thought. I was eager to see my best friend, Isha. Even though we talked daily. Great Nana took care of me when my mother was sick all those years and it's just hard to know she's gone." "It's ok, Danny. You just need to relax. Come with me, let's go talk." I grabbed his hand, led him up the stairs and pulled him into my bedroom. From the hall closet, I grabbed him some shorts and a t-shirt. We changed together with our backs to each other. I slipped on tiny white cotton shorts and a white cotton tank top. The moonlight slipped in from my window and washed his glorious abs. ” You coquettishly slowly unfasten your coat, button by button and as you reach the last one you turn round with back to me wriggle your shoulders and the coat slides off into a heap on the floor. I gasp. You are wearing your thigh high, very high thigh boots almost covering your legs completely and the skimpiest pair of briefs. “For modesty” you explain to me. I do the gentlemanly thing and pick up your coat and d**** over the nearest chair. I take your hand and guide you towards the bedroom..