Alag alag ghodi roj naye ghode se chudwati hai..Yahan to ek bhi dhang ka nahin mila..Shukr hai tum aa gaye..Raj-shahar mein to log dusro ki wife ko ba...ut chodte hain..Bhabhi-khul ke btao yaar..Raj-wo aise..Shahar mein log nukrani rakhte hain na..Wo kaam k sath sath chut bhi marwati hain.Apne malik ko roj chut deti hai..Unki biwi pati k office jane k baad apne kou friend ya koi dhobi,mistri ya kaam wale se chudti hai..Bhabhi-wo kyu?Raj-unke pati unko jor se chodte nahin hain.Ganv wale log unki. “Who Pippa? Who have you had on the other end of that?”And now she looks shifty … and I mean really shifty. She’s avoiding eye contact, has stopped massaging her pussy with her rubber dick and is instead picking at the hem of her skirt.“Um … Melanie.”Figures.“And Karen.”Yep.“Together.”Really!“And Tamsin, and Bobbi and Kate.”What! That is just about everybody we know. That’s our ‘gang’ … ‘the girls’ … and I can see us all together; drunkenly eating curry in the Indian, queueing in the rain to. She opened it with curiosity and began to read. Suddenly she yelped with delight when she realised it was from Lorraine but began to panic when she looked at the clock, she was one hour late for the proposed meeting. “If I dress quickly and run down to the park she may still be there” she hoped. She began to run upstairs when, for the second time that morning, the doorbell rang again. And through the frosted glass she could tell that it was a woman. Alice held her breath as she opened the. I rushed off the porch to meet him, he too dressed in cargo blue jeans, a nice t-shirt and flip flops. He opened my door and helped me into his truck; it was a little higher off the ground than most trucks. As he drove I admired his dark blonde hair and muscular arms. I asked him where we were going and the only answer I got was, "you'll see". For once, I wasn't just trying to get to the sex part of the night. We were in the heart of Augusta, Broad Street. There was some sort of festival going.