My body burned with lust. As I imagined that my naughty husband was there, touching me.His soft lips brushing on my wet pussy lips, and he swirls his ...ongue around my little clit button. He slips a finger inside me, tickling my g-spot as he devours me. This of course, is so intense that my knees buckle. His strong hands catch me, holding me firmly against his hot mouth. “Oh God!” I gasp.My hand teases my nipples as the other one zigzagged wildly along my slit. I imagine that he removed his. ’ I took a few steps back. Not that big of a deal? How was my four close male friends making a bet about which of the two newest guys could sleep with me not a big deal? I’d met Mark and Randy three years earlier, when I had started dating Zack. They were all part of a street racing team, something I had fallen hard in love with. Zack and I had the same kind car, a 300zxTT, how we met. The guys, Mark, Randy, Dane and Hector, had taken the idea of a girl racer, and loved it. None of them could. Bhabhi car ke sath main gate ke pas khadi thi.Unko dekh ke mere hosh ud gaye. Sleeveless blouse, transparent black saree, hairs ko thoda sa curly kiya hua, halki gulbi lipstick, aakho mein kajal. Kayamat shayad issi ko kehte hai. Mujhe dekh ke halke se muskauraiye to main unke pass gaya.Bhabhi – Aise ka dekh rahe ho?Me – Aapko to pehchan nahi paya main, itni seeexx… (Main ruk gaya aur paise nikalne laga.)Bhabhi – Aree bolo bolo, tareef kar sakte ho ab. Hum dost hai.Main haas mein taal diya.Main. Claire had made herself available and filled in any job that needed doing ‘now’, chatting with the diners whenever an opportunity arose, to John’s great admiration. John was cooking during the morning and waiting on during the meal. Both of them helped with washing up and setting up the dining room for a cold evening meal should any wanderers arrive later in the day, then cleaning down the kitchen.“John, do you do that every Christmas Day?” Claire asked as he drove them home at nine thirty.“No,.