“Hey man!” I replied. We hugged and engaged into a formal conversation as a few others joined us. Just when I had lost all hopes of seeing the ang...lic beauty, I heard her voice. “Manav”, she shouted and hugged me formally. Although the hug was formal I could feel her breasts against my chests. I’m no science student but the testosterone level rose a 1000 times.She wore a white tee along with a black jeans. Her boobs pressed hard against the tee-shirt. The juicy lips were made even juicier by. “That’s right Noland, once you got use to her tastingthis way, and pleasing her also in this manner, it wouldstrengthened your love for each other. It will also havethe practical purpose of you keeping her satisfied sexuallyby you doing your part, while her outside lovers do theirpart. With the combination of other men’s cocks and yourfaithfulness and devotion to her, we knew you’d have asolid marriage. One thing we didn’t quite figure on washer wanting other. I was lost in my own thoughts as I debated letting go of his cock and resuming stroking my own when I was jolted back to reality when his feet and body shifted.It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand what that movement meant and my head tilted down to watch as his body turned and slid lower in the bed. As he continued to move, my hand lost contact with his cock, and in the low flickering light of the TV, as a woman moaned in pleasure on the screen, I saw him guide my cock into his open. With my sexy 6-inch red heels, my legs and backside are even more pronounced. I can’t tell for sure, but I’m secretly hoping Dean is lusting after my sexy bottom. Unable to control myself, I take a quick side-ways glance as I take the first few steps down the stairs; sure enough Dean is looking directly in my direction. I swear I can see the slight outline of his hardening cock in his trousers but that could just be my imagination. A smirk is plastered on my face as I reach the bottom of the.