We meet at a small cafe in the Atlanta area, one that is cozy and intimate, while being public enough to insure your safety. You still aren't convince... that I'm not a stalker or sex fiend.I am a sex fiend in a good way. I love the intimacy of the body to body contact, along with the physical act of sex. The meeting of two souls who long for physical and mental release.We talk. Seem like hours. We discuss everything under the sun. We find we agree on some but not others.After a light lunch, I. Mai phele jati hun phr tum 5 min bad ana room mai bataien karenge yeh bol kar chali gayie. Phr mai gaya uske room mai gaya woha dekha toh kundi khuli thi. Jaisi andar gusa maine dekha ki woh apne top phen rahi thi or neche jeans phen rakha tha normal kapdo mai aagayie thi usne kaha aao Baitho or usne phr kundi lag diyi or phr khene lagi ki humare pas zyada time nhi. Toh phr woh mere pas akar baith gayie uske bad maine uske kamar par hath rakha or phr use apni taraf kicha or kiss karne laga uske. I noticed as she looked back over her shoulder to make sure no one was coming. As I stood there jacking on my cock thinking of her little ass in those baby blue panties flipping through the yard, I realized she had been gone awhile. I decide to go check on her. From the top of my shop I have a clear view of everything . I see Darla squatted down in a thicket with a book. What kind of book is it? I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She had my favorite porn , her purple dress hiked up to her. Before I could move inside the kitchen; I saw Amelia coming in from the back yard. She was also totally naked and wearing just stilettos; but this bitch had a harness strapped to her tiny waist, with a huge black dido fully coated with my wife’s sweet pussy juices.Slutty Amelia got behind my wife, between her spread thighs.She leaned on Anita and hissed softly on my wife’s ear:“Well, bitch, are you ready for a second round…?”I saw Amelia pushing forward and I heard my wife as she grunted, while.