He had hugged me from behind and his cock was pressing between my asscheeks. “Ohhh Jijju its me, your sali (sister in law) not your gharwali(wife). ...eave me alone jijju” But Jijju had other plans. He grinned at me. “Sandhya, I wonder what you do to keep your cool. I mean, with Mayank gone, what do you do to cool your cunt. I am your jijju and you are my adhi gharwali(half wife). Why not give your cunt to tha man who fucks your sister day and night. bindu is one hell of a hot woman and I bet you. You have a beautiful place. A very well decorated, spacious apartment in a beautiful huge Victorian house, on a tree lined side street. I call out my greetings to you from the bathroom door, and you suggest that I make myself comfortable on the couch in the living room. I hear you got into your bedroom, and I can't help but to imagine you drying off, standing next to your bed nude, and how perhaps, if I hadn't come over, you might lay down on the bed, and begin to lightly, very softly touch and. I'm a blonde, and I happen to be a lesbian. I have been with a couple guys before, but that's it. Anyway, one night, I was at a club securing the perimeter. Looking for some cute ladies, that maybe I'd take home. I saw a lot of worthy candidates, and a couple with D-cup racks. I wasn't a slut or anything like that, but I definitely played the field. I looked around the entire club a few times, and caught a few eyes. I saw a few ladies casually stirring their drinks, or just flat out eye fucking. The restaurant was located five miles farther from the beachfront than her motel, but it was worth the bike ride. The food was good, the prices reasonable. Not to mention she got a ten miles worth of exercise.When she returned to the motel she wasn't even tired. Her body was going to feel that ride later, she was sure. In the meantime her body was feeling pleasurably used for a change. It wasn't as good as sex, but it wasn't bad either.After April poured herself a cup of coffee, she moved to.