Molly now looked like a semi-desirable woman. Well, well. We were almost civil to one another during the dinner, which was excellent. Guilio Cesare Re...tano, elder son of Don Vincero and owner of Tre Fontini, the best restaurant for fifty miles, catered this affair, and the food was worth the stiff ticket price. And the wine? By the second bottle (cash bar), I had mentally drafted my bankruptcy petition and the creditor matrix and was ready to file. And I must have been drunk out of my skull,. Pooja: Jyada flirt mat kr, tu to mujhe kahi leke bhi nahi jata. To kaisa boyfriend!! Meri roomates apne apne boyfriend ke sath ghumne gyi hai. Main akele yaha hun.Main: Chalo fir mere flat pe, main to akele hi rahta hun. Ghar me khana banayenge aur movie dekhenge.Pooja: Tum ko problem hogi yaar. Rahne do, I will manage.Main: Chalo yaar… koi problem nahi hogi. We will enjoy.Pooja: Thik hai!Fir humdono apni apni bike pe baithe aur mere flat ke liye nikal gye.10-15min me humdono mere flat pe. "Is that okay?" she whispered in my ear. I heard my wife moaning and groaning as he worked her thighs and though 'screw it'. "Yes thats good." Now she was massaging my shoulders, and with each stroke up on my shoulders, her feet rocked back and forth on my dick. It felt surprisingly good. I couldn't move and she was in total control. I tried to hide my growing arousal but she soon clenched my dick between her feet. I heard my wife groaning on her table. "Baby, he needs to do some shiatsu. ’‘Hands behind your back.’‘Good girl.’‘Yes, choke on it.’I lock my muscles against the tremble that runs through me like a current and clench my jaws again.I might choke and Professor Montgomery would hear me. He would come over and investigate.He would look underneath Matt Keane’s table and see my big, round backside sticking out, sloppily draped with my short skirt, my pussy peeking out between my cheeks, the gusset of my panties soaked with my juice like dark ink, clinging to my puffy lips.