Her car was there but she didn't seem to be there. It was the middle of the afternoon. I went up stairs and as I went I could hear her. At first I tho...ght some other guy was fucking her and I got kind of mad. She was moaning a breathing very very hard. I though this guy must be hung like a horse! But then I slowly crept to the top of the stairs and peered into the bedroom where she was. The door was cracked not quite closed and I could see her fucking herself with a giant dildo that I had not. I promised him that I will not tell anybody. After that about a month passed Amit and Mamta did not meet us. One day my wife Dimple asked me “what is the matter’ Why Amit and Mamta are not meeting us these days’ Is everything all right ” I said nothing to her and avoided the further discussion cause I myself was afraid that may be Amit don’t want to return my money and that is why he is avoiding me. I decided myself to go and see them. In the evening Dimple said her mother is not well so she. Some of the inhabitants of those shadows weren't very nice people. Two of them were prowling the alleys at that moment. Like unpaid and unwelcome watchmen, they were checking for unlocked doors and windows where a jimmy might be used to slip a latch or break a lock without making too much noise."Fuck!" Pete swore under his breath as another door failed to yield to his rattling. The swearing was a constant habit, one he had acquired during his first stay in the county juvenile facility that had. When the time came for her to leave she asked me to help carry some of her beauty items out to the car. She slowly climbed into the car showing me a lot more of her exposed sexy Nylonned leg and High Heels knowing all the time that as soon as she left that I would run into the house and jack-off while dreaming of her Heels, Nylons and legs.She hiked her Skirt up a few more inches and looked me in the eyes and asked if I would like to come to her house and help her move some items that evening..