Her neat pussy was inviting my cock to ram her. It was then that the doorbell rang. “Who is there at this time?” she asked a little puzzled and li...tle annoyed. I secretly smiled. “Let me check what surprise it might be for us.”“Surprise!” she mumbled.I wrapped the bedsheet around my naked body and went to the door. I opened the door and saw a man standing with a small package in his hand. I took it and send him away.“What is that?” Padmini asked as I walked back into the room.“It’s a cake,” I. His father had died at a relatively young age of heart disease, as well as extra time away from his frigid wife...There she was, on a treadmill right next to him. Unable to take his eyes off her, he had actually found that his breathing had quickened its pace. His stomach had those butterflies that so many people had described throughout history. Although until that point, the phenomena had never presented itself not even with his wife whom he had thought the love of his life.Tossing fidelity. Bridget looked down again. Her brain was moving very fast. It did look nice and she trusted Don when he said that they could afford it. He typically did a lot of research and would have been able to find the best deals. And she knew what he wanted out of the trip. It wasn’t his fault that he was only able to see what he wanted, she thought. Her stomach felt unsettled all of a sudden. The last thing she wanted that day was a fight, and she frantically thought about how to talk to him without. We meet here a couple times a year for a weekend of completely crazy sex. The group would like you join us if you are interested." I about fell down."Uh, well...um." was all I could say. I'd read all the men's magazines and the letters, thinking they were all fakes. I was quickly running some of the most recent issues through my mind. "Jesus," I thought. "Were those stories real?!?" I have a pretty good image of my sexual prowess. Or I did up until 10 seconds ago. I'd also believed the women.