She was fair, tall with nice firm breasts and round ass. I had fantasizes about Sonali Bhabhi. She was a gifted with a nice figure and fantastic b...obs. When she used to come in front of me in tight jeans and tops, I used to read the small bulgy stomach and navel, the hairless sweet smelling armpit, the big shapely boobs and sexy brassiere. Moreover I imagined the soft hairs in the lower belly. I gradually came to know that her husband belonged to a wealthy family but he was not. Gail happily accepted and facilitated his lovemaking, and not too much later, he climaxed deep inside her vagina, much to the delight of Gail, who had already climaxed and was able to squeeze one more orgasm from his final pulses inside her.For the second consecutive day, Gail's post coital reverie was spoiled by Jill, as she came into the bedroom, put her clothes on a chair and said "sorry Gail, I've just come for a shower and a change of clothes. Hope you two both had a good night?"Dave. “Oh wow, did you ever! You made it feel like it was turning wrong-side out.”She chuckled, and used the bottom half of the washcloth to clean me off.“What does the butterfly tattoo represent?” I asked.“My mom and my Grandma Donna have the same Monarch butterfly tattoo on their left breast. I wanted one too, but my breasts are too small for one that large.” She held up her fingers, made air quotes, and giggled, “Since it’s a ‘butt’-er-fly, I had it put on my butt cheek.”She made me laugh. Her. "Laura... you're going to go too far one of these days" my friends would say to me.That remark turned out to be perfectly trueIf they only knew, that time I'd fell out with them down by the beach, I was too stubborn to admit I was wrong, had sulked and sat on the bench. Ripe pickings for the old guy who had been watching. God thinking back on it, I must have been crazy, letting him entice me into the sand dunes and doing what I did with him, the memory of it all is still very vivid in my mind.