Suddenly his computer chimed and a small banner appeared at the uppermost right hand corner of his screen, a pink rectangular button, bearingthe words...click me. Normally avoiding pop ups, this one seemed to berelated to the site, so he left clicked to open. The button changed to anew .GIF, a little movie like program that made the button run through aseries of images. Reading, you wish to see a real woman... click me...Dontrust ... the button repeating itself, flashing with a neon colourof. All were clad in either harem outfits or Nazi uniforms (his most secret fetish, given his Jewish heritage). One and all, they called him "Master", and eagerly obeyed his every command. As he visualized a dark-skinned beauty in the uniform of the Waffen-SS taking his cock in her mouth, while a blonde wearing only harem pants and a veil proffered her bare breasts to him, his reverie was abruptly interrupted as an object fell from the sky right in front of him.Startled he backed up, and looked. We moved to kitchen reena in punjabi suit. Rahul and we were in shorts. Rahul moved close to reena hold her from back. Started kissing her ears and over her back she was shocked to see him doing so and didn’t stop him. He continued and she turned back and was responding to rahul’s moves .. She was looking very interested and happy. They were making love kissing and exploring each other so madly. I was getting hard on looking at them.I stoped the cooking and was just watching them… Rahul started. Ajay: Tum apni koi pic send karo na?Bua: Kyu?Ajay: Dekhna hai mujhe tumhe.Bua : Agar pic send karungi, to tumko meri sahi age pata chal jayegi.Ajay: To tum kya 45 saal ki ho?Bua: Nahi baba, itni bhi nahi hai. Par tumse badi hu.Ajay: Kitni?Bua: 20 saal.Ajay: Arre!Bua: Kyu, zyada badi hu kya?Ajay: Na-na, mujhe to mature ladies pasand hai. Maine bataya to tha.Fir bua ne apna face cut karke pic send ki. Main dekhte hi samajh gaya tha, ki wo bua thi. Kya lag rahi thi wo, unki kamar, unke boobs.