...your husband must not be able to satisfy you or you should be one horny slut.” Afzal replied back smiling.Meera felt like the floor caved beneath...her as the security guard hit her on the right spot. Her husband, Umesh whom she had married two years back was not able to satisfy her sexual urges. But in spite of that she never cheated on her husband and was faithful to her husband.“Cut the bullshit, you bastard...what do you want me to do to give me your mobile memory card to me,” Meera asked. Penny and I finished our coffee and she gave me a ride home. We parked in the driveway and it just seemed right to kiss her goodnight. She tentatively returned the kiss and seconds later our lips were locked together. She owned a station wagon with bench seats, common in those days. I pulled her over to me on the passenger side and she settled between my legs. We continued to kiss and before long I was stroking the back of her legs. My hands came up to her bottom and I ran them lightly over. I looked at the movie intrigued in what I was seeing. This was only my second ever porn movie I had ever watched. I started to feel my pussy getting wet. I decided to take it to the next level. I lay back against my pillows and started to rub the outside of my underwear. I felt myself get even wetter. I decided I would slide a finger in and then two and then three. Oh it felt so good. Slippery, wet, it felt amazing; no wonder guys liked sex so much. All of a sudden I let out a slight moan. Unless there are no objections, I’ll entertain a motion to adjourn.”Friday afternoon, Dave asked Nancy to come to dinner again. She accepted. This was becoming routine behavior.A week and a day later, Nancy showed up at the Prentiss’ home at five-forty-five for her first full weekend with them – Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. She had a suitcase that she brought in. She had also brought a nicely laid out array of chilled shrimp with cocktail sauce that could feed a small army. After.