"And?"Katrine looked mysterious. Yes, mysterious. That was new. "Oh, nothing," she said and rushed out into the darkness to catch her bus.Episode 3"Is...that your wife?"Katrine was there again the next Tuesday. In a mild way I'd been hoping she would be. I couldn't really explain why. But the question threw me a little."Yes. No. That's my ex-wife," I said - possibly with a sigh.Like everyone else, Katrine consider most IT-staff social misfits and borderline autistics. People never miss an. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked the butt out the window and made his way to her apartment. He pressed the familiar, well-worn button with faded numbers on it. "1208. Her birthday," he could never stop himself from thinking that, when his finger touched the button, no matter how hard he tried to. How fucking cruel life is. The tinny, crackle of the buzzer was followed by the metallic click of the front doors unlocking. He rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor in silent. Once in her room, it was dark, the only light was coming from scented candles placed in various locations. Diva turned around and started kissing me while rubbing my dick. She started pulling my shirt over my head then licked my nipples. She then ran her tongue down my chest and stomach until reaching my dick, pushing me down on her bed, pulling my pants from around my ankles and once done she got back on my stiff dick. I've never been undressed so sensually like that even from some women I've. And asked pranav to come out.They both lied in the bed.She removed her nighty.Pranav removed his jeans too.So he was now in his underwear. Bindu took that underwear too.Then she started licking his dick..She suck it so hard as if she had only one minute left.But pranav was feeling the heat.He was moaning.I guess he is not able to handle bindu sadanandan in a bed. She look like a wild horse to me..She spit on his dick .And again started sucking. Pranav was just lying on his bed..After 5 minutes..