His thoughts wandered and he tried to steer them clear of the erotic dream he had had the previous night, but failed. He could feel the material of hi... trousers tighten slightly over his crotch as his cock began to stir. "Sorry can I borrow this" he jolted slightly with surprise at the voice and was greeted by a vision of ample breasts straining to escape a too-tight shirt as his co-worker Sarah leant over his desk reaching for the stapler. "Yeah sure" he murmured struggling to tear his eyes. Meera was Maya’s best friend and Manish was Meera’s husband. If by now, the panties of every woman who is reading this hot sex story has got wet; well, wait; there’s a storm coming! It was raining heavily one day, and Maya was at Meera’s place for dinner. Maya’s husband was out of town and therefore Meera invited Maya to her house for dinner. While leaving, it was very late so Meera requested her husband Manish to drop Maya at her house. Meera’s kid was ill, otherwise, they both would have gone. ‘She was like a drug to me, I had to get a fix but more than that, I began to need to own, to possess, her so, after about 9 months I decided I wanted to marry her. I asked Patricia for a divorce – she refused. Why I don’t know. She must have seen something in me that I didn’t realise existed. But that wasn’t going to hinder me. I’d divorce her. Then I asked your mother to divorce Silvio. I should have known better. Her background is rural, Catholic, 1960’s Italy. For a girl that’s marriage and. Smelling the delicious food, her hunger knocked her out of her daze and she began tearing into the first burger, stuffing it into her face as quickly as she could. In a matter of seconds, she had swallowed it down and a handful of curtly fries, before getting into the next one. Then the next. And the next. As she ate, chewed and swallowed, she didn’t realize her clothes had gone from oversized to simply comfortable, and now tight.Just as she finished the 2nd bucket of fries, her next order came.