It was sent by someone I didn’t recognize - not one of my friends - and appeared to be a guy from the username.“Hello there. I’m reaching out to...you about an unique opportunity I think you would be interested in. You chatted with a friend of mine, who relayed how enthusiastic you are in your sexual experiences. Your bio further added to my desire to invite you to an exclusive event taking place in the pleasure penthouse. Please let me know if you are interested in further details.”I was curious. Wo Dinning Table par bethkar Wait kar rahe the or Meeee Chai or Nasta lekeee aati hoo or Useee Table par rakhati hoo. Mene usss waqt Half Sleeved blouse, Saree peticoat or bra or panty paheni thi. “Jii lijiye ye Nasta. Appp ka office ka time kya hey” Mee thoda gabharake puchati hoo.Tuje kya kam heyyy too apane kam see kam rakh. Samaji or Soon. Ramuuuu ko Toom Jake Jaga dena orrr Gharakee Kam karwa denaaa samaji”Jiii Appp Office see kab Ayege?”Samakoo 8 bajee Aa jawoga or soon ye jo kapade toom. In the meantime though, let’s slip you out of this tee shirt so we can consumate our marriage.’ I was already naked and as usual, my cock was springing to life in anticipation. We made love that night. It was nothing like the animalistic fuck fests we’d had before. This was slow and tender and incredibly intense. We fucked and sucked each other until the sun came up and all the while I was dreaming about the moment when I would plant my seed deep inside her. The next generation was beginning to. Bill thought he knew better because he wasa secret transvestite admirer and had been for years.It all started when Bill was in his early twenties and had gone on adrinking binge in Manchester. He and his mates had ended up in a dingydisco, pissed and looking for easy sex.Bill had zeroed in on a big-boned middle-aged stunner in a sequined mini-dress, too much makeup, big hair, fuck-me heels and stocking-clad legslonger than Sackville Street (and this was long before Sparkle). Hername was Linda.