Finally we both said good bye to my wife and i hurried to the car before Sapna made any change in her mind to stay with my wife.We both sat in the car...and i switched on the AC so that car may get cool in that hot summer.Again I started conversation with Sapna.Me “mujhe lagta hai kal ki office ki chhutti karni padegi”IMe “aaj mera sone ka irada nahin hai…..kuchh aur karne ka irada hai”Me “masti……masti aur sirf masti…….”Sapna “tumhare irade to bahut khatarnak lagte hain……tumhari biwi to hai. She's always been so damn pretty. He'd always hoped to find a girl who was smart, witty and beautiful like her. None of the girls he'd attempted to have a mature relationship with were like her at all. Alyssa had it all. Too bad she's just my sister. Zack thought to himself.He looked at her long dark hair. It's about the length of her bra strap and silky. Although she was older, he was still taller than she was. He stood over her and still he admired and respected her. His eyes still kept. He gripped her hair, turning her towards him, pulling her head back slightly, then his mouth shot in and crushed hers. She struggled weakly, and for only seconds, then gave up to the swelling chorus of lust and desire inside her overheated body.His fingers kneaded her ass through the skirt as his tongue duelled with hers inside her mouth. She felt her breasts hardening, her nipples pushing out against the thin, lacy french bra that held them barely in check.Then he pulled back, took her hand,. The volume was on high and her words left little to the imagination.“Oh, yes. Yes! Harder, Jim. Fuck me harder! Oh YES! Like that! More, more, oooh...”“You’re such a nasty little bitch!” She didn’t say that. That would have been weird. I didn’t say it either – although I could have, with complete justification. It was the voice of James McLaughlin, the chief architect at her firm. He was a complete prick in my opinion, who saw himself as the new age Frank Lloyd Wright, and dressed in collarless.