Gradually, my friend’s wife became a good friend of mine as well. We started discussing various thing and making fun of each other whenever we met. ...nteraction with her was drawing me closer to her. I had now started noticing her facial expressions, her eyes, her clothes, her hair and of course, her body.Now let me describe how she looks. She has a reasonable height of around 5 and a half feet. She looks equally beautiful in Indian clothes as well as in western clothes. Also, she has dark black. Knowing it was pointless to argue with him (and it would probably end up getting her another spanking), she began undressing.With trembling fingers she unzipped the back of her dress and slipped the shoulder straps off, letting the dress slide down her body and puddle on the floor around her feet. She gingerly stepped out of the cloth circle and picked it up, handing it to him.Mr. Sarantos neatly folded the dress and hung it over the arm of the sofa, taking care not to wrinkle the dress. Honey. “Get those damn fingers inside my cunt Joe”, I moaned, somehow managed to utter those words. He then slowly inserted his index finger of his other hand inside my vagina.Let me tell you one thing. If your pussy is being treated this way, one hand playing with your clitoris and the other fingering inside your pussy, don’t try to talk. I wanted to shout “Go on don’t stop”, or even worse “Stop, I can’t take it anymore”. But I couldn’t break a single word. All I could do was cry in ecstasy. I was. And Mr. Buckley hadn't even touched her yet.Jack's cock was taut with desire as he told the young girl. "Go ahead. Don't give her time to recover. Eat that wet cunt now!" He ordered, not touching his aching cock in fear that it would explode before he had a chance on using either Patricia's or Karen's holes.Patricia slowly licked her mother's wet slit from top to bottom and from bottom to top. Karen used her hands on Patricia's head to steady her weak and vibrating legs. Karen closed her eyes.