I recognize the smile on your face. It is the smile of one who knows that his word alone is enough to put me on my knees. My eyes fix on yours. I hear...the sounds of buckles, cloth, and zippers in motion. When the sounds finally cease my eyes drift over your muscular frame, admiring your superiority. Down and down my eyes examine the details of your perfection until they finally settle on your manhood. It is large, firm and throbbing. Thick veins run along the shaft between the shiny, purple. She was a bit surprised and said: “No, Arjun”. I smiled and moved closer to her, wrapping my arms around her back. She was excited but at the same time very cautious. She knew that her husband is totally knocked out but was afraid of getting caught as it is a public place. She looked around and there was no one. There were no cams as well near our car.I hugged her tight and started kissing her. We moved to the back of our car, covered by a wall on the other side and kept kissing. My hands. Introductions were made and the men immediately gathered in the family room to watch football while waiting for dinner.As we were putting the finishing touches on the meal my older sister took me aside and quietly said, “Jenn, where did you find him? He is gorgeous. Please tell me he is as good in bed as he is handsome.”“Michaela, what kind of question is that to ask?” I retorted.“Well, is he?” she asked“He’s an amazing kisser,” I answered.“That’s great but how is he between the sheets?”“I. Me abhi batata hu” saying this I kept my cup of tea on stool and got up and reached behind her. I caught her shoulder and pulled her neck back and put my lips on hers and sucked with pressure. She started to escape, but I left her after 2 min of smooching. Then again come to my place and looked at her.“Dekha kya ho sakta he” I said. She blushed and said “tum bahut badmash ho…koi kisi ke sath eise karta he”.With this remarks, I understood, the line is clear.“kya karta he…mene kya galat kiya” I.