She was much more of a presence than I had anticipated. I had barely locked the door behind her when she shoved me against the wall, my tits being squ...ezed by her large hands and she began kissing me. It was so passionate my pussy began to drip instantly. She started kneading both my tits with one hand and grabbed my pussy with the other. All that I could think was FUCK YES! With her hands full of me, she asked me if I was going to be a good girl. I was so turned on, I was going to be anything. Hopefully the walk to my office would kill my erection, but it wasn’t very likely with the scent of Vicky’s pussy still on my fingers. I looked over at Vicky, who had her head down. The fringes of her purple hair obscured her face. She was obviously disappointed—and extremely frustrated, both sexually and emotionally. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, and meant it. I placed a finger on her chin and lifted her face towards mine. ‘I love you.’ I kissed her chastely, hoping she understood… Thankfully, she. Deb was being squired around the reception by her father the Chairman. I joined them, asked about his other daughter, Reb, told him that he might expect to attend the wedding of at least one daughter and possibly two to me and then unobtrusively led them to meet the Sultana. The Chairman appeared to be quite smitten with the Sultana, so Deb and I wandered off to circulate through the crowd as I expressed my affection for her.Lo and behold there was the President with barbecue sauce dripping on. I could see my wife glancing unknowingly at his thighs meanwhile at every available opportunity.I tried to see Pooja breasts but I could not see it Pooja has cunningly hidden her boobs in bra and from the front it was normal sized and my mind was imagining how much bigger than my wife and what size it must be and how it would be hanging from her lean body like a big jackfruit in a tree etc. thinking how much lucky Rahul is etc.We went around many places finally in the evening and we went to a.