Our heroine named Renu(fake name as told before)aged 36(divorced) working in maths department,she is very fair and she is a horny bitch which I came t... know later.The story begins like this,One evening I was traveling to my friends room in koramangala & I suddenly saw Renu standing in a bus stand for a bus,I parked my bike & approached her & she was shocked to see me there (because its beings years since met) and we hugged.We had a small chit chat about our whereabouts and I askedMe:why are you. She was flanked by Florence and Angela Benning, both smiling happily at him. Mirabel was not smiling – she was beaming. Both Florence and Angela stepped back a little, giving them a modicum of privacy.“Mirabel,” Thomas said haltingly.“Thomas, my love! You’re back at last!”“Yes, my darling Mirabel,” Thomas said, stepping close and holding her by her upper arms. “Are you still willing to marry me?”She nodded vigorously. “Yes. And you?”“More than ever. Let us have the banns read, for I have at. ”Then Paul turned to me and said, “Shannon, we’re going to talk for a while. I want you to go for a swim. Keep the boys entertained for a while. It’s Jason’s sixteenth birthday. Why don’t you go wish him a happy birthday?”I shivered, partly in dread, partly in anticipation. I suddenly know why I’m here. But I hope I’m wrong. Jason has been almost like a little brother to me for years.I said, “I don’t have a bathing suit!” I know that was intentional. Still, I need to hear it from him.He smiled. I lower my leg and slip away from you, leaning back against the long table in the middle of the room, bunching my skirt up around my waist. You crawl over to me drooling with lust and ready for more than just that taste. Your lips close around my pussy as I lean back on the table and welcome you between my legs.This is not how I saw this going, but I am so happy at how it is turning out, your eagerness to taste me and to taste my orgasm is certainly a turnon. I feel myself getting even wetter.