” She grinned again, although it was probably more of a smirk, really. “Anyway, Emmy said that your last couple of girlfriends raved about you and...that your friend Lisa said you were best she’d ever had just last week.”“What? But that was ... And then after I ... When the fuck did Lisa tell her that?”“She phoned Emmy right after she left your bed on Wednesday.”I shook my head in disbelief. “I’ll never understand women.”“As it should be. But if we can get back on topic, please. I like to fuck.. We ate and talked and drank and talked, I could see how many looks she was getting from other men in the room, and she is a stunning woman. Between courses, I told her to follow me and we went to the men’s toilets, I made sure it was empty at the urinals and then I brought her in to one of the empty stalls. I pressed her against the stall door and lifted her dress and caressed her clitoris and played with it till she came, all over my fingers, then I slid three up her tight twenty year old cunt. She was lying on bed in the same position. I said, “Take off ur saree and petticoat as i am going to oil you first”. She little bit hesitated. I said, “Its okay. I have locked the door from inside”.After some insistence, she allowed me to remove her saree and petticoat. I was thrilled to see her big silky thighs with only a thin panty covering her pussy. I sprinkled drops of oil on her thighs and spread the oil nicely all over her legs. I massaged her thighs by pressing and rubbing. She was. Icontinued to cry and thought sex was a thing of the past. I had no cockto fuck with.Sharon arrived later and I was livid - how could you do this to me? Sheexplained how I took the best years of her life - the time when it allcame together jobs / money and the fact she wanted to bear my childrenand I fucked it all up. Well this was payback and didn't I like her work?She had been reading up on this and was rather proud of her special mixof drugs, breast injections, and the proper tourniquet. And.