“Wheres the bro?”“He just got blown by some bimbo in the kitchen so I think he’ll be a few minutes.”“Damn, blow jobs just all over the pla...e over there huh? Sister like brother?”“I don’t have a dick to get blown.” I looked him straight in the eyes.“Well I don’t blow, so we have that in common. I’ll settle for the sis blowing k? Lets get you a drink.”Again I should have been offended. But if he would have asked I would have done it right there. He took my hand and guided me into the kitchen.. Don’t hurt her or I will be very upset with you.”“Maribel, I like her a lot also and I may even be in love with her. My wives are pressuring me into asking her to join our marriage, but Kaitlin has a problem with dating married men.”“I see. So you are wooing her in a subtle way. Is that right?”“Sort of. I wouldn’t call it wooing her, but I am taking the time for us to get to know each other. So far, I think she and I will eventually reach a point where we will need to come to an understanding. The same hairless slit that I'd be enjoying, later on.My mouth clamped limpet-like onto it while she bucked and heaved beneath me. I think of how she'd choose the panties she wanted me to wear, how she'd look up into my eyes as she eased them up over my thighs. They were always tiny, filmy, frivolous little scraps of nothing, designed to tease and titillate. They were always chosen with a view to what they'd show rather than conceal.I remember how, at work, we'd look across the office at each. Ek din usne mujhse kaha ki chalo b/f dekhte hain to maine kaha chalo fir humne b/f dekhi shilpi hall mein jaker movie dekhkar mujhe rat bhar nind nahin aayi aur maine bister per lete lete hi 2 baar muth maar diya. Khair agle din bahut afsos hua ki kitna maal gir gaya lekin maza bhi bahut aaya. Agle main aur mera shool mein baatein kar rahe the gulshan aage wali seat per baithi thi kya kayamat lag rahi thi black skirt per white shirt jismein se uski chhote 2 nimboo jhaak rahe the main to bus.