The bulge that was now defining his zipper was a nice clue as well.It wasn’t often that Aradhana came to Tower club for lunch, but today she wanted ...o desperately come out of her house that had become so lonely to her. Her husband was in Europe, again, and so dining out alone had become a comfortable ritual.She watched this man sit down at the opposite end of the dinning hall cum bar. He was still staring at her, she still locked in on him, and then he smiled. God what a smile!! She felt a gush. I slid in next to her and she stopped. So, I pretended to fall asleep and she started again.This time, I let my cousin do it for a bit, and her moans got louder. She pulled her panties off and rubbed herself. My dick got hard when I felt her breath on me.Shreya (whispering to herself): I hope he doesn’t wake up!I heard the wet, sloppy sound of my cousin fingering her pussy. She turned around and I pretended to be asleep as I moved gently toward her. I put my arm around her and she stopped. The silence was the sign of invitation for me so I without speaking anything, placed my hand on her boobs and started to massage it. In on time we both were hot and exploring each others body over the clothes which we were wearing. I took didi in my arms and planted my lips over her mouth. My tongue was inside her lips and her tongue was leaving wet trials on my lips. She now lowered my pajama and was playing freely with my lund and balls.There were not words spoken and thing were happening as. It wasnt until I tried cocain that I even considered the possibility of "trying out" some of my turn ons if the conditions were just right. It wasnt untill I was exposed to crack that I believe I discovered a possible and I belive a probable truth to the actual reason why I was arroused by thoughts of being humiliated. As a result, I am genuinely committed to discovering if it is true that I am destined to be a crack whore. This is the real time and 100% true account of my now all consuming.