After dinner, when the study groups gathered, I took a few minutes to call Emmy.“What’s up?” I asked when she answered.“I wondered if it would...be OK to come visit? You know, just to talk and hang out.”“What about your dad?”“He and mom are going away for the weekend. I thought maybe I could come up on Saturday. I could bring Liz if she wanted to come.”“If it’s cool with my parents and you’re sure you won’t get in trouble, then sure, come hang out with us.”“Awesome! Thanks, Mike! See you. While reading few stories here we started roleplaying and imagining ourselves with somebody else and swapping etc. one thing both of us particularly enjoyed was when we imagined my wife making love with somebody else when I was not around or around, we used to get the tremendous mood, This went on for quite some time.Coming to the fun part, I wanted my dream come true of someone fucking my wife,After reading Joshi’s story I was in regular conversation with him by email and phone, he is such a. I felt sort of like a school girl the first time a boy touched her breasts. She tugged and tweaked at it until it grew hard as a diamond. Then with out warning she snapped an alligator clamp directly on the hard tip. I yelped like a kicked puppy. She tugged it upwards and twisted it. My eyes flooded in response. As if that wasn’t enough, she quickly snapped a clamp on my other nipple. I could not believe the fire in my chest. Even her constant foot play at my cock took second place in my. "The whole room got filled with her fragrance; she was wearing a simplepink saree with a black border. Her blouse was also black with goldenspots. I was taken by surprise but it was a nice one."Your hairs are beautiful Simran, they are longer than mine, they seemso voluminous and shiny. In fact they seem better than mine."Shit, I forgot I was not wearing a turban as it was Sunday and I wasplanning to put some oil in my hairs before washing them but lazinesstook over.I needed to react soon as.