Politenesses were exchanged as a waiter stepped forward, took my bill and the twenty euro note and started to fuss over his new clients who were thank...ng me as they walked past to the table. If anyone had cared to look, there was a now prominent bulge in my admittedly tightish trousers. As I walked away, I called back more loudly than necessary to the waiter - Monsieur, les toilettes? - knowing full well that the facilities were situated down a wooden staircase in the main building along a. Fuck, I hate them. Always going on about size that matters and when you give her a big one, she starts whimpering like an idiot. Fucking slut. I knew she was going to shit blood for a week and I couldn't wait to see it.One of the friends was standing closer. We all wanted to be reminded of the size of that hole. He pulled the bloody butt-cheeks apart to show us where the bull's dick was going to go. It was never going to fit. The thing in John's hand was twice as thick as the intended target.. He was a great kisser. I didn’t want to stop kissing. in fact, I was sort of hoping I wouldn’t do any more than kissing so that I don’t actually cheat on hubbyI had a sexy dress on and had my bra and panties as a lady should. They were matching and looked very sexy together. I was imagining what would happen once he removes my shirt and I was thinking to myself that he would like me in them. We kept making out and he had his hands on my legs. I resisted at first and had my hands on his but he. It was Saturday and I was alone. I locked the house and left for Anil’s house. When I reached his house, I was surprised to find no one was there except the three of us and the baby, who was sleeping quietly in bedroom. I expected to see a small gathering in celebration of Anita’s birthday as promised by Anil. However, I did not see anyone else.I saw Anil arranging some furniture in the drawing room. He was wearing a Chudidar Sherwani and pyjama. He was looking bright cheerful and quite.