He wielded a newspaper and made as if to swat at her as if she were an insect. She rummaged in her shopping cart for the can of mace. Brandishing the ...eapon, she watched his approach. He stopped short, noticing the object in her hand. “Hey! You can’t have that! It’s illegal. I’m gonna call the police.” He reached into his pocket for his cell phone. “I only want comfort here. I don’t want trouble. I don’t want trouble,” she stammered, waving the can in front of his face. “Well, there’s no. We were going away to Bangalore for a wedding for the weekend. Before leaving, I gave her a book in which I had written a poem for her. I asked her to read it and think about me. When I came back, I met her in her house. She was alone. I asked her what she felt about the poem. She replied that she is worried that her parents and brother will come to know about us. I knew I had her then. I hugged her and told her that I will take care of her. After this, we would meet on the terrace and I slowly. You begin to move the vibrating toy in and out of you slowly building up your pace. You have your head back with eyes closed. Your legs are up in the air. You are doing all you can not to make a noise but you want to let out a large moan as your dripping wet pussy is being fucked by another’s large pulsing vibrator in someone else’s bedroom. The prospect of being seen at any moment is so stimulating. You are now pumping it in and out of you with abandonment. Your body can not take the pleasure. It’s not all that uncommon. We’re simply switch hitters, so to speak. Hey, an orgasm is an orgasm, I say. Doesn’t matter to me who provides it.”Anita smiled shyly. “I guess that’s true. I guess I never thought about it before.”“Oh, it is, it is. And who would know better than another woman how to please a woman, huh? Now what in the world are you doing wandering around the house naked? I’m glad you and John have gotten into the swing of things, but it is the middle of winter, after all.”As.