We continued such talk and I took a masturbate.Next day, in the office, I said Harthi your lover is so lucky. She asked me, why are you this much dry....Are you not getting anything? I replied, leave it. You know yesterday what happened? She asked me what? With a wink I said, guess. Mmmm I got it, you masturbated right?. I got surprised, I asked her, “How you know that?” While talking, I heard your hitting sound and also you gave a small kiss on the phone. Super darling, you are extraordinary, by. Clothes you’re wearing are filthy.” She looked up at me and made a face, sniffed, got the bathroom key and disappeared. She was gone a good while but when she came back she had washed her curly hair with that liquid soap and poured her lean body into the stretchy bathing suit. I was surprised that her nipples were so big and prominent. The skirt came down to about mid-thigh. She looked good even though her knockers were only maybe baseball-sized. They were big enough to eat, that was for sure,. Who I say ? As it turns out, he was her first boy friend when she was 16, his name was Max. I was not crazy about Max because I thought there would be to much emotion between the both of them. My wife convinced me the emotion would be good for my orgasm and I would fantasize about her and Max for a long time and I would never forget it.I gave my wife permission to get the hole thing started, and she invited Max over so I could meet him.Needles to say Max jumped at the idea at bagging Rachel. It was a green signal and I was more than happy to listen that she was giving lift to me. I moved closer to her and put my hand on her thighs. She did not notice and while chatting I started moving ahead.I started bold chatting with her and asked her about her likings in foreplay and sex. She told me that she likes foreplay but what actually attracts her was pussy sucking that bloody Pakistani boys never do and this is the curse which stung her here.I tired to console her and told her that.