What do I call you?” he asked.“I am called Petal,” she replied. She then groaned as delightful sensations racked her body, while he slowly pumpe... in and out of her.“I wish my wife to be happy,” Basil told her. Petal didn’t answer because she was too wrapped up in what he was doing to her. Basil chuckled at her gasps and moans of pleasure. He decided it was time to increase the depth of his penetration and the speed he was pumping into her.He had known, as soon as he had forced her onto his. “The big loser was a guy named Arvy Talwar. An Indian guy. I only remember his name because it was so different. The other guy was Irish. Red hair. Joe something. O’Malley? O’Connor? I don’t recall now for sure.”“And you didn’t think to mention this to us?” Agent Stone asked.“Mention what? Two college kids gambling and possibly it being with a guy I knew? If you remember, Agent Stone, you were only interested in my Russian girlfriend and her family. You were looking for Reds in my bed, rather. He enthusiastically devoured those round soft mounds of pleasure, like his cock they seemed so soft on the outside but had a firm inner core that kept them standing proud. His big hands were everywhere, squeezing her ass, gliding down the inside of her thighs, running up her back then down to the hot haven between her legs where he worked a big finger inside her seeping honey pot.Danni was flooded with sensations, he wasn't a polished lover but his boyish enthusiasm made up for any deficiencies. She had come to see Delhi with her family i.e. her mom and dad and they stayed at our home for 5 days. In our 2 bhk flat, one was mom dads bedroom and other bedroom was mine which I had to give to her parents and had to sleep on the sofa in the living room.Since naina’s father used to snore a lot, she decided to put a mattress in the living room to sleep. We began talking and I was completely smitten with this girl. She was a bit of show off but still she was a rare combo of beauty with brains..