She was coming out of the bathroom in petticoat and blouse only. Her hairs were bound in the towel and half of her clothes were wet due to the water. ...hough the scene was not new and it is usual for her to come out like this. But due to the developments in the last two days, this was something which is part of my fantasy. To see her like this. To hug her. Kiss her. Make love to her. Immense love. Not that she was extremely beautiful or something, but there was something in her which I wanted to. She put her hands on his shoulders and shook him. "Marcus, is it you?" He blinked. "Yes?" "But is it REALLY you?" She shook him again. "It’s me, it's really me;" he said, untangling himself from her. "Want me to prove it? You drink six cups of coffee a day; you always wear your red pumps on Tuesdays; you read cheesy romance novels on your break and think no one notices when you tear up over them; we first met on a bus coming from Daly City without realizing we worked together; your middle. The 12 of us – six guys and six girls, would meet up to fulfill the wildest fantasy of a different member each month. Whosever turn it was, whatever they wanted, the rest of us gave it to them. Tonight, it was out turn.The 12 of squeezed into the narrow locker room to undress. My girlfriend Stephany was wearing tight jeans and a revealing top, and as she peeled out of it, the couple next to her stopped to admire her beautiful tits. The woman ooh’d and ahh’d, as she leaned in for a playful kiss.. . ahh.. but she’s having a smile, laughs and there is no sign of painSarika: yes like that. come and top of me, squeeze my breast and kiss me simultaneouslyme: Yes baby, I’ll serve as you said. and started pinching her nipples with my hand and bite her nipples and both of her boobsSarika: OMG… that’s so deep and you’re hitting my deepest point and you stretched my vagina alsoMe: She hugged me tightly and dig her nails into my back, and she kept her legs on my ass and pushing itSarika: Harder.