Then there was a knock at my door.i opened it and it was Andrea. I hadn’t seen her in a year. I didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how far ... had gone, I hadn’t talked to her in so long but before I could say anything she pushed past me. She went to my living room (which was normal) and sat on the couch. She asked me to sit with her and she told me she missed me and wanted me back. All I could think about were the BBC posters, the big black dildo, the thongs, the heels all just in the next. I feel so spent. I don’t think I’ve ever jacked off so furiously or wanted to cum so much. All for a woman I’ve never met. Just so she can…? Why did I do it? Masturbating for a stranger. Am I, perhaps, an exhibitionist at heart? Maybe. I did post a picture of myself online showing me dropping my cycling shorts for a friend on top of a railway bridge. A public flash. And this is just a private showing for someone who… Someone who I’ve never met and have never seen. All I know is that she. She had boobs of 38D and as per my dreams it was very soft and shapely. We started to feel around and as it was my first one, I was all tensed up. She had already a few experience and was comfortable. I was in a T-shirt and cargo shorts and she was in a kurtha set.I removed her top and saw the beautiful boobs I have ever seen. My wife is very slim with a figure of 34B/30/34. She has a hard body due to gym and swimming. But this lady had soft plumb features which was a great change. She took off. “Let her taste your pussy and face me,“ I instructed Rita. Rita sat on Liz’s face, and Liz’s tongue immediately began devouring Rita.“I’ve - wanted - this for - so - long,” Liz stammered between licks and sucks. Rita pushed into her mouth, hands resting on Liz’s breasts, pinching and kneading her nipples, which made Liz thrust even more into the air if it was at all possible."Untie me, untie me!" Liz screamed. “We’d have to stop what we’re doing, Liz,” I replied.“NO NO NO!” Liz barked. “I’m too.