When I pulled up outside Jenny and Ken’s house, I wondered what I might walk in on, or not walk in on. Jenny and Ken had an open marriage and I knew...there was a fair chance she might not even be home, or that I’d walk in on her shacked up for the night with her black boyfriend, Sean.There was no surefire winner so I just dialed Jenny’s number. Even in my panicked state ingrained manners had to be observed. It was their house, not Sue’s, so especially at this early hour it was right I contact. He grabbed the back of your hair tight and pressed your face closer. You opened your mouth and took him in, now fully erect, and he moaned quietly with pleasure as you pressed your tongue against him, enveloping your wet mouth around his cock. You responded with a moan of your own, and he grabbed the back of your head now with both hands, moving his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth slowly. The pleasure between your legs was intense, your fingers reaching down pounding away on your clit. Mrs Mehta was dressed in agorgeous peach colored chiffon saree befitting her stature (I was sure itcost as much as my last earned salary) and once an awkward hug with Anjaliwas done, she held out her immaculately manicured hands towards me andsaid, "I am Mrs. Mehta. You must be Neha." Yes. Its very nice to meet you Mrs Mehta. Anjali speaks a lot of you," Ireplied hesitantly."In that case, you would not have a good impression of me," she said witha smile and sat down. This woman was a force of. She responds by moving her hand up to my hair, tucking it behind myear and stroking it down the side of my face before moving her handdown over my bare shoulder and arm. We stand in silence for a momentand she does it again, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest. Thethird time she touches my face with both hands, gently stroking mewith delicate fingers and tilting her head before leaning towards meand touching her face against mine. Her hand moves round to the backof my head and touches my.