.onthis occasion, at least."Well," I sulked with all the feigned reluctance of a prom queen on herfirst date, "what do you think I should wear?Nodding...to himself in wry satisfaction, Karl picked up the bag andstarted scrabbling through it again. After a few moments, he pulled outa sheer, cotton sunfrock; one I'd squirreled away in the event ofunseasonably warm weather. No ruffles, no flounces, no frills, but itwas the perfect shade of pink for what we had in mind."This," he said, and handed it. .. “I am going to fuck her and you are going to watch... see... see how I put my cock in her pussy... see how she likes it! That could be you! Would you like that? Would you like to be fucked like this?” as he said those words he fucked me harder and harder and I felt my pussy almost break under the hardness of his cock, no denying I was enjoying it! “Yes! Please fuck me, don’t fuck her, fuck me!” Helene pleaded with him... just as he was pouring his cum inside me and I was screaming in ecstasy. Lauren handed the water bottle back to Ian and stroked his fingers as she did. Ian hesitated as she took hold of his hand and held it gently. Lauren started to guide his hand toward her body until it came in contact with her breast. Ian pressed his palm against it and started to massage it. "Shh..." Lauren whispered. Ian nodded and circled her nipples through her blouse. Lauren gasped and started to rub her hand against Ian’s jeans. She felt his cock jump underneath her hand and she scratched. “Relax, Shamita,” I said, “phone sex isn’t fucking around…it’s just fantasy. I’m not going to tell Bhagvan.” Shamita grinned, obviously relieved. She had been honest in the moment about having phone sex without even considering that she might be revealing an “indiscretion” to her boyfriend’s brother. She told me that she occasionally phoned one of those chat lines that are free for women. If she found someone who seemed fun, she would masturbate with them. I asked if she liked having phone sex.