Maine dusare din Kamal ko call karke bata diya ki main raji hu to wo bahot khu hua.Usne mujhe bola ki ab hum hamari patni ko samaj denge maine kaha ka...se to usne kaha practical karke. Us rat hum dono ne apni apni wife ko thoka. Us dauran Khusi Kamal ke lund ke jatke ke karan bahot pain mahesus karne lagi aur rone lagi. Maine Hiral ko thoka fir bhi uski tadap shant nahi hui aur wo gussa ho gayi. Fir maine use samajaya ki aise to hamara divorce ho jayega us se achha hai ki hum kisi dusare couple. So that means I should be gentle, yes? She smiles and nods her head as I grab her hips slowly. I kiss her pussy lightly and she gulps. Yes. I nod my head slightly and take her advice. I lean forward and gently find her clit again. I start to write the alphabet in cursive on her clit. She immediately moans and moves her hands to her breasts to squeeze and pinch her big erect nipples. I move my tongue faster in cursive and she gasps slightly. She moans and moves a hand down to my head. Right. My jacket and shirt both shrunk as well, and I learned that women tend towear both of those much tighter than men do. Fianlly a shoulder bagappeared on my left arm, with a large purse. I had reached into my pantspocket and took out the glasses I had put there a minute before when thepants had gotten too tight to hold bulky things in the pocket. As Idropped them into the purse, I noticed that they were now designer sunglasses, not prescription lenses."You will find a more suitable vehicle where. Ritchie kissed her clitoris again, running his tongue all around it, and just like before, blasts of desire hit Brooke.This was pretty close to how she had fantasized about it, except that she was usually at home, not in Ritchie's van, but she was tied up, and spread eagled, waiting impatiently and breathlessly for her handsome stud to send her to the land of the big O for the first time.Being tied up was her idea, she had referred to it several times in conversations, she had pretended to.