He was in good shape, and was handsomely dressed in a nice casual suit with an open collar. He looked to be around our age, late 20s or so. And, he wa... black. I immediately snickered to myself a little. How perfect is that? Like a lot of married men, while I fantasize about my wife sleeping with other men, black men top the list of choices. And judging from his and my wife's body language, they were definitely flirting, however shyly she was being at it.As I watched them talk, my mind began to. Mast mature lady,unkemome hi kya kahane,mast gand, aunty salwar kameez pahanti thi, usme wo bahot khubsurat dikhati thi. Mai jab bhi unke ghar me jata tha,to wo apne patike samne hi mere baju me baitke bate karati thi,mere ko hath laga kar bate sunati thi, wo jab bhi hat lagati tabhi mere sharirme ek bijali daudti rahati,pant me tambu ho jata tha, wo bato bato me mere jangh pe bhi hath rakhati thi.Meri to halat aur buri ho jati thi unki aisee harkatose mai unke karib aane laga,mai bhi unko kahi. I was also quite excited at hearing about it so I told her it was OK, after all a lot of water had passed under the bridge since we set out our rules so we probably should revisit them. I told her I was surprised as I would never have had June down as ever doing that kind of thing and encouraged her to tell me all the details.I had met June a couple of times but didn't know her very well as I was a member of a different club to Sarah. She was a very attractive blonde, going a little grey and. “Hard to believe such a small girl killed such a big hulk as Hagger.”“Snapped his neck,” one of the uniforms said. “She’s buff, sergeant. Look at her muscles.”The one in the suit dug my wallet out and looked at the ID. He stood up and put the wallet on my motorcycle seat. Then he put the silken rope I had used to kill my mark there. He said something I couldn’t make out and the three of them laughed.“Miss Allen,” the plain closed cop began, as one of the true-blue boys yanked me to my feet. My.