" She still calls me an asshole every chance she gets."By now I was interested enough in this conversation to put down my book."Yeah," Jeanne laughs. ...But it was sort of like you had become just another guy at the table. But I could see the way she looked at you today when you weren't looking." How?" I prompted her."Like you'd gotten under her skin again." And that told you that we'd hooked up?" Either that or you'd done something really stupid again. And if you'd done something really stupid,. She was nearly six feet tall and her legs were half of that length. Her waist line was about 26 inches, her chest 39 (when she wore a bra it was 40D) and her ass actually seemed to rotate when she walked and measured 38 inches or so depending on where you put the tape. She was a rapidly maturing wet dream of barely seventeen with a pug nose, blues eyes and a curly mop of short, blonde curls. And she just loved to fuck, her first college discovery."Nineteen," she thought to herself with a smile.. Vimal continued the pace until she grabbed his right hand and made him stop. Slowly he lifted his head and kissed her on her lips for a long time.Then he moved away and slowly withdrew his hand from underneath the sari. He brought up two fingers to her eyes and said something, to which my wife smiled coyly and lowered her eyes. She definitely had cum madly as even from my seat I could see his fingers glistening with her cunt juices. To my amazement Vimal opened his mouth and put his pussy juice. I stand.Chuckie, who's had his eyes closed, opens them, frowns. "What's wrong?"he asks."Nothing. I just want you inside me." I gaze at him, stare at him. "Iwant you to fuck me."He grins, rolls off the bed, and I climb aboard the mattress,positioning myself upon my elbows and knees. My legs are well apart, mybottom high in the air.I feel the mattress dip, first on one side of me, then on the other, asChuckie places one foot on either side of me, squats above me, andguides his erection between my.