Not once during the meal was she more than frostily polite, her laughter no more than cool ripples. Much more noise but not so strident met them at t...e Trotting Track. Jennifer had seen these races at what she knew as Gymkhanas when she was growing up, but, back then, the betting had been absent. Here the fervor of gambling filled the air and ran through the crowd, building the excitement. Karen clung to Bob’s arm while beseechingly raising innocent eyes to Ted to ask his advice on betting.. Early in the new year, I had to write a report for work. It was quite complex and I found I couldn’t concentrate on it at the office or at home. So I set up a temporary office in Doreen’s spare bedroom. There was much less distraction and the report writing went well. Doreen would bring me regular cups of tea and we’d chat a bit. One morning, she brought me some tea and, as she stood by me chatting, I put my hand on the back of her knee and started to slide it very slowly up the back of her. She had to pee (she always has to pee when she gets nervous) and Mark said he wanted to watch her. While she went, he made her start stroking him again. After she wiped, he made her perch up her legs, spread eagle herself on the toilet, spread open her pussy, rub her clit. He asked if she was wet, she said yes, he told her to put her fingers inside her pussy and fuck herself, and then pull them out to show him. She did this while stroking his cock, showed her wet fingers, he made her switch. She really looked very sexy and hot. With the pallu of her saree always on one side, her cleavage was always visible and it really turned me on so many times. I have masturbated thinking about her so many times, and still do. Any way, as she was supposed to cook and do all the house work, she used to come to our place by 6.30 in the morning, as I had to leave for college by 9.00 AM. A few days had passed by and I was thinking how to get this lady to bed. As usual, my masturbation continued in.