So let’s begin with the story. This is a 100% true story. Many parts of this story are to come. So the story would be detailed. I have described eve...y small detail I remember.I am Harish (name changed) from Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu. Age 24. Fair complexion. I go to the gym regularly. So I have a strong, firm and athletic body. I have a 7 inch brownish dick with a good width. I am 6 feet in height. Coming to the Heroine of this story. Her name is Ayesha (name changed). She is a Muslim girl. Age. . my companies effect economic crisis , my boss protect my job, he is 48 year old man ,4 week befeore he saw my wife in my office and he told me, you ara a luky man you got a beautiful arab hijab wife ,and i am realy like ur wife, iam realy wanna meet ur wife and dinner with her ,ididnt say nothin,because of my situation , he told me these words evey day , I know that boss have some kind of sexual fantasy , didn’t talk about my wife, after 1 week I pland , I know that agust 30th she wanna. He didn’t take any time warming me up, he was all over my spot, and I was loving it. Just before I was about to start orgasming, he stopped. Before I could protest, I felt his tongue slide in between my lips, exploring the inside of my vagina. Running laps around the walls, flicking in and out, running up and down my lips, it was a whole new kind of pleasure. I wanted to smile, I wanted to laugh, I wanted to do something far greater to signify the intense feeling I was having, but couldn’t. I let the drink go over, let Blondie look over toward my table and seem disdainful-- while still keeping the drink. I went to the bar and ordered another, and then walked it over myself."Um, I don't know how to say this," I said, and Blondie gave me a look intended to let me know that I'd already struck out, from the first word. This was going to be fun. "But actually, the waitress got it wrong. I intended this drink for you," I said, setting it down in front of the chubby friend.I could.