She was glancing sideways at me, smiling, close, but not touching.“You must be tired and hungry. What kind of food do you like? That Indian over the...e looks nice. Do you like Indian?”I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Zoe was already walking us determinedly towards the restaurant and I was following, trying to lean closer to share a bit of protection from her umbrella.The Indian restaurant was nice. It was Friday evening, and although we were quite early it wasn’t completely empty. The waiter. As for Brady and the rest of the boys, the only time he saw them was when he met them for his break lunch. They wanted him to come out at night but he always had to lie about chatting with his friends from Manchester on the Internet.It was one fine Tuesday, around twelve at noon. Charles went to meet Brady and the boys at The Crusaders. Charles didn't look and feel too good. Ivy had pushed him beyond the limits of his body. She had abused him in any way imaginable."So Charles how about you make. They seemed to instinctively know each other’s erotic zones and needs and drove each other to frenzy.When they were at the peak of their fucking tempo, Pratusha’s mobile rang.“Sandhya. Please answer and tell that I am busy and will call later” Pratusha told me, panting.I answered. It was Latha, their daughter.“Hi, Sandy”She screamed when she heard my voice.“Hi, Latha, your Mom is busy, she will call later” I told her.“Hahaha. I know she is busy with 3 cocks in 3 holes. I can hear the background. With one hand she pulled the lips of her pussy apart as with the other one she began to gently stroke up and down, gathering up wetness and rubbing it into her clit. Dan stared at her as she leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes as she concentrated on the sensations spreading round her body. Dan began to undress. ‘That’s very good Lucy,’ he said as he lowered his zipper and pulled out his now rigid cock. He held it in his hand as he moved forward, stroking it gently as he watched her..