Even after college I come back home and changed myself in nighty. And when my cook used to come, then I changed myself to hot pants and a loose t-shir... but inside I used to wear bra and panty.On Saturday night I used to party alone at home with drinks and self-pampering. I used to get ready with full makeup sometimes in Indian attire and sometimes Western. After a couple of months, I was tired of all these and wanted to explore more. There was a Bengali barber shop car park Delhi. I went there. Pretty much as soon as I'd turned the engine off we were kissing. She instantly leaned over to me slipping her hand to my growing cock and her tongue into my mouth.I slid the car seat back and she took the lead yet again. Sitting back, she yanked down her yoga pants and knickers to reveal that beautiful bald pussy of hers. I leaned over to her this time and cupped her pussy with my hand. Feeling the warmth radiating off of her as we kissed, I slid my fingers through the folds of her pussy lips. The bartender handed him hisdrinks, and he took the shot right away."He is huh, and just who is your husband?" He saw her eyes move to theleft and lock onto someone just as he heard a voice."Sorry Dwayne, Liz is mine." Michael stepped in and kissed his wife onthe cheek. "Hey babe, sorry I got a little tied up talking to people."She handed him his cocktail and he took a sip."Liz, this is Dwayne Turner, Dwayne, my wife Liz." They shook hands ashe looked at Michael."Naah, really? How did a loser. The rest of the afternoon Derrick called a few customers setting up appointments, but that still couldn't keep thoughts of sex off his mind. When Karen arrived home from work and went to change out of her work clothes, Derrick was on her like a cat. Although she wasn't really in the mood at that moment, she knew when Derrick was like this there wasn't much she could do to cool him off except enjoy the moment. Two hours of fucking, sucking and multiple orgasms was finally ended when they heard.