His name was Rajib and he was some kind of manager in a bank. Even though I would prefer not to hang out with a loser like him, it helps to have compa...y in misdeeds, people don’t bother weed smokers much when they are in a group. So we were smoking up when a gorgeous lady approached us. She was a MILF – a boudi (bhabhi); she was wearing her sindoor which lead me to conclude that she was married. She was in her mid-thirties, dusky complexion, with perfect 34D breasts and below her naked waist. Ben is the lead car, Zack is in the middle, and I’m the caboose.”“This is so cool!” Zack said.“It’s very cool.” Bruce agreed. “I’m so proud of you boys right now.”There was a minute or two of silence as the three men found their desired rhythm for their fucking. Eventually Bruce settled on letting Zack do most of the driving. Zack would slide his entire penis into Ben’s ass, and then as he retracted, his own ass would swallow Bruce’s dick from behind. It was a nice, consistent flow of gay sex. ‘Salmon? Fancy! Look at you!’ ‘Girl, shut up.’ Jasmine gave her friend a dismissive wave. ‘What? I’m just saying.’ Jasmine rolled her eyes as they walked to the locker room. She showered, and changed back into her regular clothes. She bid goodbye to Sheila and left the gym. It was six o’clock when Jasmine got back to her apartment. Two hours until Deon would arrive at the house. She showered again for good measure – this time using her strawberry body wash. She released her wet, wild, curly. I headed home to change into something more comfortable, eventually deciding on short-shorts and a singlet that showed my massive 34EEs while showing my slim figure. I started towards his house, excited. As I drove, I began playing with my pussy, but not letting myself orgasm, while I thought back to my fantasy. To him pushing his giant, fat cock into my waiting and willing pussy, pushing me into his desk harder and harder as he buried himself inside me, pulling at my tits, both of us screaming.