"The smell of her hair bothered him. He wasn't sure why, or even in what way, it bothered him, but it did. He tried not to listen to his feeling, but ...hey would not go away merely from wishing. "Sir?" she asked gently."Aimee'?" I wanted to ask you... you said once, just eight months ago, that you were prepared to love me." She turned around, slipping her arms into his cloak and holding him close. Surprised, he looked down at the top of her head, inhaling the soft smell of her hair again. "Would. Me: Well, thanks. Where are you from?Priya: I am from Pune.Me: I moved to Pune just a few weeks ago for the job.Priya: That’s great. Where do you work?Me: At Amdocs, in cyber city. What do u do?Priya: I am in my final year of graduation. B. Tech.Me: ok, that’s nice.Priya: So, if you r ok with it, why don’t we meet.Me: Ya sure, next Saturday let’s go for the dinner.Let me cut the sex story short, we went for the dinner two three times. The last time I invited her to my flat, I had already asked. “I am young though, aren’t I, Uncle Freddie?” she smiled naughtily up at him. She slid her sensitive fingers lightly over his oily cockhead, apparently trying to compare the reaction she got from the tip to what she was getting from the corona.“Urrgh,” groaned Freddie.“So is this the most sensitive bit?” She dropped back to a kneel.“The edge, yes,” grinned Sean.Lara was already engrossed again, flicking lightly over Freddie’s hypersensitive, lubricated corona with her hand that looked so small. Moving further up, she placed her fabulous tits on top of my wife's, and lowered her head, kissing Tinks passionately again.I could see that they were now eagerly exploring each other's pussies with their fingers, and the moans were almost too much for me to bear. Becky moved again, further up, straddling my wife's chest. Her legs pinned Tinks' arms down so she could not move, and she leaned back, slipping three fingers deep into my wife's quivering pussy. She thrust them hard into her, several.