She soon realised that 1pm on a Wednesday afternoon was not the time anyone would be using a glory hole so she resolved to go home and return that Fri...ay night. So here she was, Friday night in her room, her favourite lingerie on, cutest dress, the best she could do with her makeup and the butterflies in her stomach. Her cock was raging between her legs, so hard and swollen she thought it might explode, she couldn’t pull out now, she was ready. She grabbed her big coat to cover herself as best. Mein bimari me aadha neend me tha. Bhabhi ne meri haalat dekhkar doctor ko bulaya or mujhe medicine diLyai. Mein raat tak thik nahi huya. Bukhar badta hi jaa raha tha. Bhabhi mere pass hi rahi or thande pani ke pati mere mathe par rakhti rahi. Raat ko 12 baje ke pass meri neend khuli. Bhabhi mere pass baithi thi. Mene unka haath pakad liya, unhone bhi apna dusra haath mere haath me de diya. Mene unko khich kar apne se chipka liya, wo bhi mujhse chipka gayi. Ab unke dono haath mere haatho me. There were 3 singles in there, chatting to Dianne and I recognised Stan, a biggish guy with a good sense of humor who’d fucked Dianne a couple of times before. We all chatted and caught up on what we’d all been up to. After 10 minutes or so we were joined be a pretty lady in her 50’s who had obviously come looking for Stan. She teased him for a while and then asked if he’d like a massage “upstairs”. We all knew what that meant and when Stan and the lady (I never did find out her name). He sucked firmly on her nipple, rolling his tongue around it and nipping it slightly with his teeth as he continued to massage and squeeze her other big breast. Then he switched nipples, repeating the treatment to her other one, making her squirm and gasp again. “Oh, baby, that feels so good!” she said, her voice husky with excitement. She put her hand on the back of Shawn’s head and pressed it firmly into her breast, urging him to suck harder. Shawn did, and Mrs. Ridgeway moaned slightly,.