It was like I’d breathed new life into him. He was all attentive and wanted to know everything Sheila and I had talked about. I filled Rick in on ev...rything I could remember. I had my hand on his chest as I recanted the discussion. I could feel his heart beating faster and harder as I told him about the group of couples Mike and Sheila were involved in. I mentioned that I’d asked about the jealousy thing and how we’d have to handle it if it were to come up. I could see the look of concern on. Pure shabaab per thi uska apne uper se control hat gaya tha. Tabhi uske bete pratik ka mujhe call aaya. Maine call speaker pe kiya.Pratik : kaisa hai bhosadi keMe : bas mast teri maa chod raha hu. (like a joke)Maine fingering ki speed tez kardi kyuki neelima ne apna mouth pellow me daal diya tha.Neelima : hmmm hmm mhhhh aaaahh maaaaaPratik : abe ye kon hai bhai. Baja raha hai kya kisi koMe : ha be hai ek aunty use hi baza raha hu.Pratik : shaadishuda randi sahi hai bhai laga reh.Neelima :. His face is only an inch away from my left boob. While slowly moving his hands up and down on my shorts he gave a small kiss on my nipples. My nipples are so hard. his wet lips feel so good. He started pulling my shorts down. My panty is getting exposed inch by inch. He pulled my white panty which made me completely naked.In seconds started rubbing my pussy lips. After a few minutes of caressing and rubbing and licking my boobs, he got up and started removing his shirt. Then his pants and now. .," I let the sentence dangle not having words to describe it. "Any rate, I'm just here for my clothes." "Your clothes?" both Desma and Kesha said raising an eye brow. "You think after last night you can just come over, grab your clothes and leave?" asked Desma stepping closer. "Uhm..." I almost said yes but the hungry look in her eyes told me that would be the wrong answer. She answered for me though. "Think again," she took my hand and lead me to her room. "Wait, now? But your parents," I.