As a result I saw Barry two or three times a week. But Barry wasn't the problem. The problem was Barry's wife Mindy and the problem had nothing to do ...ith what Mindy said or did. The problem was what she was. What she was was everything that a guy wanted in a woman. She was beautiful. She was sexy as hell and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. She was smart, she was funny and it killed me to be around her and know that she could never be mine.Every time Barry came over he had Mindy with. Soon she would find the right man and settle down. My father was already engaged to my mother with their wedding planned for as soon as Dorothy returned from Europe. Back in Boston, the two made the best of the situation that they could. They both wrap themselves into their work. While Dorothy was at home, Maude had found a small efficiency apartment not that far away.Many nights they shared dinner, and more, before Dorothy had to head home. They took all of their vacations together. . "Oh fuck, I feel like I am going to cum," said Shirley, as her body shook."You cum when you want and as often as you want," said Steve, before he went back to kissing Shirley's backside. Steve then decided to find out if she liked her arse crack being fingered. He inserted two fingers and dragged them up and down a couple of times. Shirley's reaction surprised him as she shook in orgasm."Fuck, fuck, I am cumming so hard," she stammered as her thighs and her buttocks shook, still with Steve's. Meanwhile I felt some stares myself. In advertently turing my face, I found bindu checking me out. Her sweaty body had got me all worked up and it was quite evident from the bulge in my lungi. I forgot to mention I had’nt worn any undies.I just smiled at her and jokingly asked her mango milkshake is better than this frooti. She naughtily smiled and said I prefer banana milk. Was this a proposition…I could not make out but did feel that shortly she was going to have my banana.