"Good morning, Madam. As you are obviously a witness, we will need astatement from you. Could I see your licence, please? It's a formality toverify yo...r name and address."Gillian delved in her handbag for the licence which fortunately she hadremembered to bring and handed it to the constable. He looked at it, andthen at her and back at the licence."Yes, Constable, that is me. I'm John Robertson." It's all right Madam, er, Sir. I can see the resemblance. We see lots ofthings in the course of. We both were madly in love. The safest place for our romance was our college library.Our college library used to be open until 8:00 pm if any hostel folks want to read. It was quite big with a lot of book racks where you can hide. Sameer had some friends in the boys’ hostel. With their help, he used to sneak into the college. We used to meet regularly in our college library.As usual, we got involved in our thing of kissing and he playing with my boobs and chewing them. That fateful day we got a. The room smelt divinely of wet cunt, even though Sarah still had a pair of knickers on, albeit an extremely flimsy pair. “Fuck yeah,” said the voice to my right. That voice belonged to Steve, Sarah’s husband who sat naked on the hotel couch. One hand grasped firmly around the base of his cock, jerking it slowly but firmly. Let me backtrack a bit now. Steve and Sarah had contacted me online, looking for a threesome with a difference. We chatted for a while online, and had meet once for a casual. Now she started to respond and our smooching session becomes violent.Yeah this is my first night (evening) with my sweet heart now I slowly raised her nighty upwards and pressed her butt. Now She made me to lay in my back and her hands in my head and another one exploring my chest she started to kiss all over in my face and started to explore inside my mouth which continued for another 5 minutes. Now I caressed her firm boobs thru her nighty and another hand stroked her naked thighs.She moaned.