I just don't know what to do. I dream of you kissing me, rubbing my breasts, sucking on my clit, your tongue in my pussy; your hard male member plungi...g into me. Oh God, how I want these things!I don't know how it will work, but I'm going to find a way to come back and visit. In the meantime, here is my address and phone number, please, please, please write me!Your lover, Marsha."Underneath her name was an address in Seattle, an email address and a phone number.I stared at the letter, and. I was little confused but somewhere in my mind I was thinking that surely it’s a weird idea but no harm in trying it. I assured Ranjan that I will meet both of them next Sunday.I visited their house on Scheduled day and I was really shocked to see his wife Neeru. She was a gorgeous lady with super sexy figure. She was dressed in a long tight dress and her 36-34-34 figure was giving a hot look to her. She too was delighted to see me. We all went straight to their bedroom and kept talking with. He had some iodine and applied that to the cuts on her soles. ‘What do I call you?’ ‘My name is Gordon, Gordon James.’ ‘I’m pleased to meet you. My name is Charlene Thompson. Where is the toilet? I’ve got to go pee.’ ‘I’ll have to carry you to the outhouse.’ Without another word he took her panties off and carried her to the outhouse. As soon as she finished he carried her back to the cabin and slid her panties on her. He did these things so quickly and casually that she felt like it was just. Theologically speaking, I had started in paradise, watching these girls at play, gone straight to hell as they wreaked their revenge on me, but for some reason, I was about to be released from hell and sent straight to heaven.I could hear the girls at the end of the room whispering amongst themselves and heard them coming back to me, so I felt some trepidation.The forthright Suzie spoke for the gang. “There are three of us and only your cock and your mouth to work with. So, we are going to.