He gave a groan and brought his hand to my pussy over the clothes and started playing with it. It was soon the interval and we all went to the restroo.... There all of us girls exchanged notes and realized that the men were enjoying the game.After the interval, we went back and as the light went off he put his hand below my kurta and loosened the cord of the salwar. Now he had access to my pussy. All of us girls took off our panties before going back after the interval. So now he was in for a. . he just gets like this sometimes.”“It’s okay,” I said.We headed back downstairs, and Chad gave me a tour of the rest of the house. It was one of those houses with a super-fancy living room: it had a big leather sectional, an antique bureau, and a bunch of heirlooms on display. I couldn’t imagine anyone spending much time in there, except maybe at a dinner party.The family room was the main place they really hung out. It was still nicer than what I was used to, with a big TV hooked up to. I began to think about having sex with him. I knew Hubby wouldnt mind. This could be his chance to watch. I began to push Frank to the limit, letting him catch looks at my tits and pussy. I took every opportunity to press my breasts against him or rub my cunt on him. I wondered why Hubby did not bring up the idea of letting Frank fuck me. Frank never made a pass at me and I began to think he may be gay. Hubby assured me that he wasnt but we never discussed the idea of me fucking Frank. I. Wondering what he was going to bitch about this time, she was not let down when she read the caustic words he had penned. A stunned laugh escaped her. “Wow! He must think I am 3 years old,” she said. A little pissed at the tone of his email, she quickly penned another back to him. Wanting to piss him off, just as bad as he did her, she opted to kill with kindness. Her words were sweetly sarcastic, and she finished the reply with how much fun it was to argue with him. “That will get his goat!”.