She: Hi.Me: Hello!She: Stark, right? I read your story on ISS. Is that you only?Me: Haha, yes, it’s 100% Me!She: Okay, I wasn’t sure that’s why ... asked. Where exactly do you stay in Gujarat?Me: It’s okay. I understand, and yeah, I’m from Surat.She: Oh, I’m also from surat.Me: That’s niceShe: Are you married?Me: Haha, no way, I’m still 23!She: Oh, okay.Me: May I know your age and name?She: I’m 37, and my name is Disha (name change)Me: I guess you are married, right?She: Yes, and I have two. ?That took fucking ages.? Sandy complained. ?Come here.? She pointed down at her feet. Sandy was sitting on the bed in her playroom, remote control in hand. For a second, Mary felt as if she was reacting to the push of a button as she got down on the floor. She had looked up at Sandy like this several times during that day; but it was the first time she was literally kneeling for Sandy. The younger girl grinned and stretched out her hand. ?Gimme your head.?Mary leaned in closer. Sandy pulled. “Evelyn? No. She’s just playing with you!”He seemed more interested in our waitress than he did in me. We made Evelyn our topic of conversation, just as if we were chatting online. “Do you think her pussy is hairy or shaved? Big nipples? Any tattoos? Does she squirt? Do anal? Suck cock? Eat pussy?” All the usual things we talked about online.When Evelyn returned from the kitchen, we zipped it up like a couple of grade schoolers with the teacher coming back into the classroom. She asked if we. When we arrived my husband told me that he loved me and that I could do whatever I wanted with Kent. So, we went in and Kent prepared some drinks and we all sat down while music played in the background. I was sitting next to Kent and Roy was on a chair on the side just letting the events play by themselves. Kent continued complimenting my looks and caressing my thighs and breast through my dress and I was melting underneath it.My husband asked Kent where was the restroom and excused.