I started to squat more on my heels, and I could feel his head stretch me more than any of Marias dildos. After twisting for a few seconds, it slipped...in, and I closed my eyes and just let myself a second to take in the moment. I was getting fucked by a real live cock! And after the initial pain it felt wonderful. Fuck baby youre so tight. I might cum youre so tight. My god! He lost patience and started thrusting upwards slowly, half an inch of his cock at a time, before withdrawing to the head. One guy named Abhishek became my best friend. Once he invited me for dinner. I stayed away from my wife and readily accepted the invitation. I reached his house near about 8 in eve. Quiet big house in silent place. I knocked and his servant opened the gate. My friend welcomed me and introduced me to his wife Riya. She was mind blowing dude. Fare complexion like snow. And seductive face with red lipstick. Her figure was about 36d-26-38.. Boobs were superbly firm and just amazing. Her tits. What I fancied was a walk along the river and watch the boats go by. I got up and showered, humming to myself, the sun can do that to you, once I was dry I went naked to my dresser and thought about what I was going to wear. I pulled on a clean pair of white bikini briefs then rummaged in my draws and found my white hipster jeans. Perfect I thought and pulled them on up over my thighs. I turned and looked at myself in the full length mirror and I knew I looked good and I just wished I could go. She was what Dez would have called an honorary dyke. ‘It’s not about what you want,’ She had cooed in a way that was neither endearing nor soothing. ‘The whole point of a change is that it’s something you need. Your friends volunteered you for the surprise make-over.’ Her eyes scanned a clipboard. ‘You can thank Dylan, Ted, and Rob.’ Dylan, Ted, and Rob. Their names made her mouth swell up with a tangy bitterness. Did they call themselves her friends, then, when they called? And did they.