" Harry, old chap, we are so glad to have you back in Venice. Long time away, you old bugger. Meet me at the usual place, my dear fellow at midnight t...night. Do Zaftra."I recognized my old friend Harold Simon whom I had assumed had met his maker a long time ago. Probably, he was thinking the exact same thought about me and understandably so.The "usual place" had to be "Harry's Bar" a cozy little hideaway that was not named after me at all. At least, I didn't think so.I checked my Belgrade. Par pati na hone ke karan voh sexually unsatisfied thi. Usne bataya ki uske pati ney doosri aurat ke liye usse chod diya.Ussne toh apne mail par hi mere saath sharirik sambandh banana ka prastav rakh diya tha. Mujhe uske mail se toh lag raha tha ki achchi bandi hai. Par mey risk nahi lena chahta tha.Kyonki sex ke naam par duniya mey sabse zyada crime hote hain. Maine usse kaha ki main bhi uske saath relation rakhne mey interested hoon par pehle hum logon ko ek dusre ko achche se jaanna zaroori. Her black pubic hair was trimmed into a tiny triangle over her pussy. I bent over and gave her ass a quick squeeze and slap, and I could see Lavender looking slightly jealous. I amended that by turning my attention over to her and taking hold of her dress like I had done with Lauren. And just like with Lauren, I tore the dress right off of her and exposed her beautiful body. Lavender had very fair skin, slightly reddish-brown hair and a beautiful well-developed set of tits, capped off with. She rubbed it as if it were sore, and then she slowly pulled up the hem of her black skirt and rubbed her tight ass cheeks. As she did this, I got the shock of my life. She wasnt wearing any panties! She was completely naked under that skirt. My eyes were glued to the vision of my wife in that sliver of light rubbing her ass. She was now using both hands. She had bunched up the skirt on her waist while she appeared to grab her ass cheeks and pull them apart. My hand went immediately to my.