While the cleaning lady was in the kitchen I began stroking my cock and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any moment she could w...lk into the dining room and see the activity of me stroking my cock. She didn’t and shortly I let go with a huge load and relief from the sexual urgings. This caused me to retire to our upstairs bathroom and clean up. I decided to dress and head for the office. I came down in my suit and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleaning lady. It was a grandiose marriage function; we friends even had given an awesome Bachelor Party to Sanddep.Happiness was so visible on both of their faces; they were really made for each other sort of couple.After a while we started enjoying family outings and dinner and my wife Priyanka and Rita slowly became very close friends, me and Sandeep were also happy as we could hang out together and had our Daru parties continued even at family dinnersThere were many similarities between me and Rita, she. Nothing left but radioactive waste."And then he released yet more tears on a pillow already damp with proof od his grief and despair.Gabrielle placed a comforting hand on his bare back, but recognised the need for restraint. Ghazi was no longer in the mood for sex that was his original excuse for seeking her company. What he wanted from her was nothing more than sympathetic companionship which somehow meant more to him when it came from a woman who wasn't Indian or Pakistani, who wasn't Muslim. It was like being in a smoke filled room but there was no smell of smoke. Or, imagine a room with so much dust in the air, the light sort of outlines everything with halos or auras but obscures the details. The light was bright but not harsh on the eyes. It didn't seem to come from any one direction or single source but from everywhere. There were no colors other than black and white.The people I saw - or men I should say, they were all men - dark against the bright mist and other than broad.