I am lesbian by heart, soul, feelings and personal choice. I was forced to marry a man, hope its enough to explain my bisexuality. Hope you are smart ...nough to understand the rest.This is a true sex story of a friend of mine, I shall be narrating and shall be sharing it with you in almost the same way he narrated it to me.So, let’s begin. Hello! My name is Rahul and this a continuation of my previous story (link given on top). This story is about my affair with my wife’s elder sister Raadha (my. She moaned as he circled her clitoris with two icy fingers. He then went down further and pushed first one icy finger inside her, and then the second. This was unexpected slightly, he felt even colder inside her, but he let her get used to it, pausing before gently working his fingers in and out. Soon they didn’t seem cold inside her and soon she was building up to an orgasm. She was close to begging, and he knew this. He flicked the clothespin on her nipple and she moaned loudly, bringing. The painter on bottom re posited Karen on her back and was fucking her missionary style. Just looks so good with my wife’s white legs up in the air and a black man between them. He too grunts and dumps a load in her.As soon as he removes his black dick out my wife’s pussy I get down between her legs to eat the two loads of cum just deposit in her. I sucked and licked it all out of her. No way I was letting these two loads end up on the bedroom covers.The 2 painters get up and dressed. I climbed. The three collapsed in a heap. Julia and I watched the beautiful spectacle as we embraced each other. The crew left us alone for a while. I still wanted to return the favour to Julia but it had to wait. ‘You still haven’t fucked Fred,’ I said. ‘O yes, I did. You see, he tried to get into my panties for a year now and he will have to wait as long as he is my boss.” She smiled. “I don’t screw my way to the top.’ ‘Well, Doctor, are you ready to go?’ Fred was the first to recover. We all.