Chapter 2. His cock drove in and out of her tight pussy. I could tell she was really into it because I could hear how wet she was as if her moans were...'t enough. There I was, watching my girlfriend of 4 years moaning at the tip of some other guys cock. I was hidden in a dumpster watching her fuck a fry cook behind a restaurant. He started to moan and pump faster and faster so I had a feeling he was about to cum. I couldn't remember if they used a condom. Both Katie and the stranger were getting. “They don’t get us.”“Joe’s not,” Cheryl giggled. “And he does.”“I don’t know,” said Brit. “Flesh is strange.”“We’ll wash the strangeness away,” her girlfriend promised.Like Joe and Cheryl, they walked together, hip against hip. Cheryl giggled at the direction of Joe’s flashlight. “Ever the ass man.”“None better than yours, babe,” he said truthfully. Somehow truth could only be spoken.“I’ll take my advantages.”“You have all of them.”“Good to know.” She leaned even tighter into him.Eventually the. “I am sorry” Finally Mukta Didi uttered after sitting back in the car,I smiled a bit in formality and spoke “don’t bother” and then spoke again, “are we going home?” and she moved her head in acceptance. Once again we did not had any conversation and we reached home within 20-25 minutes. After some time me and my wife took leave and on the way my wife explained me whatever happened.Actually the guy who met today was asking Mukta Didi about her past and she was avoiding getting into detail but. “So, I didn’t see your Christmas list when I came home.”Going over to the counter, I grabbed a pencil and paper. I put the information down that I’d gathered and gave it to her.“Here you go.” I hadn’t even finished getting a plate of food when I heard her chime out.“You have got to be kidding me?”“Nope, that’s what I want.”“You expect me to buy you a bow and arrow?”“Actually, a gift certificate to a specific store would work best. A bow needs to really be fitted to the person.”“What’s the.