Nothing on TV tonight... Maybe I can get Lis to come over... We could play some cards or go to a movie or something - anything as long as I can be clo...e to her. I just wish I could tell her how I really feel about her... (Before she could complete the thought, the phone rings.)"Hello?"It's Lis! - "Hey Lis, What's up?" - Talk about timing!Hot date? It can't be her boyfriend, she'd never be that excited about it if it was... and that SOB'd kill her if it was anyone else... - "You have a date. The bane of my life was that phone, I was the trouble shooter for my company and as far as my CEO was concerned that meant I was on call 24/7, anything from travelling overseas at short notice or putting up executives from the firm that couldn’t get a hotel room at the time it was all part of my job description. By the time I hung up the phone Anne and Barry had started without me he was standing at the base of our bed fucking her doggie style, I joined in by getting underneath her so I could. All the girls were watching me, even though I pretended not to notice them staring at my bumps. Okay, I admit it – when I washed myself after gym class with all the girls in the shower, I DID take extra time soaping my bumps. I DID take extra time pinching and squeezing my nipples because it started to feel good. And really, Diary, I didn’t care one bit if the other girls in the shower were seeing me do that or not. Oh, crap. Okay, I DID care. I wanted them to see me pinch my nipples and. Ravi: Rita’s husband, an average looking guy, handsome in his own ways, smart hardworking infact a workaholic and a guy next door.Rita was not a slut. She never, in fact they both weren’t able to overcome their urge to explore each other. Mahesh, who was more than just a fling for Rita, knew many tricks and tactics and the usage of toys in bed to make her want more and more and in return he used to get the body of a goddess, a perfect Indian beauty, 34D, 28, 34. He couldn’t get enough form her..