One day while chatting over messenger, after some regular chat she asked me “why don’t you come home on Saturday evening”. She used to stay alon....She was north Indian, fair, well endowed with nice pair of boobs of size 34 c. Though little short (average Indian women) in height she made it up with good figure and the tight clothes she used to wear which used to accentuate her structure. Her name is Sheetal (name changed) I asked “why should i come? What will you serve me?” to which she replied. The wide river dumped its water into the ocean and seemed to create strange waves. There were parts where the water almost seemed to bulge over something.I asked Tarthan about it.“Sand bar,” he said. “Lot of silt from the river. Piles up. No one dredges this river, why we can’t take the Treasure Box up here. But we’ll be fine. We shouldn’t get stuck on any. Tide’s high.”“Okay,” I said, reassured.We came closer and closer to the shore on the north side of the wide river mouth. The waves changed. “I love watching you cum.” “I love it when you make me cum!” Hailey giggled. “God, it’s so good to be home. I decided that my home is wherever you are.”“I feel the same way,” Phil agreed as Hailey cuddled up on his shoulder in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Hailey’s hand snaked down to fondle his cock, still slimy with a mixture of their juices. She gave in to the urge to slide down his body and suck it into her mouth – a thought that would have been inconceivable six months earlier. She. You know..." "Fine!" Footsteps near me and a new set of fingers wrapped around my tumescent cock, warmer and longer than the previous ones. "It's not like he's gonna complain is it? If he wakes up it will be worth it." The fingers began moving up and down my length and I started to tense up with the pleasure. I could feel the border between dream and reality starting to break down and a dull red light seemed to suffuse my brain. The fingers continued their work and I heard another gasp, this.