But it wasn’t. And it pissed him off.Dammit, that was supposed to be him! A star! He was going to be a man other men wanted to be; a man women wante... to be with. He was going to write the songs that would make the whole world stand up and sing! And now, here he was, working in an office, staring at computer screens, in a sweater vest, holding a coffee mug... It sucked to be so ... normal ... so mundane ... And he felt like such an asshole sometimes when he’d wake up in the early morning, his. I kept my bag and started changing. As the hut was small she was also in it but had her back towards me. From the back she looked stunning. I put a Lungi and a T shirt . When I entered the hut she saw me looking at her boobs but did not say anything .It was very hot so after half an hour I removed my tshirt and kept if on my bag . By that time it was getting dark and she had put on a lantern in the Hut. She also had got her Pallu (Part of sari which is used to cover the breast) away and tugged. Finally, after a few hours, her bladder forced her to arise to use thetoilet again. She padded softly through Mason's bedroom and closed thedoor to his bathroom so as not to disturb him. But she so wanted todisturb him; to feel his flesh against hers. As she sat and tinkled inthe bowl she scanned his grooming products arranged beside the sink. Hehad everything from hair jell to moisturiser.She closed the door behind her as quietly as she could but Mason wasawake, she could see him through. Diane knew what was next and she opened her legs willingly. Tom kissed, licked and fingered her. Mesmerized, I watched as my friend, Tom, brought my wife to an orgasm (Not her first of the session, as it turned out!)! Diane’s petite frame convulsed from her climax. Tom wasn’t finished with her yet.He flipped over to his back and guided Diane to straddle him. She willingly guided his erect cock inside her wet pussy with a sigh and began humping him. My cock actually began to stir again! Nice!.