Usually at night I also drink milk with a spoon of turmeric powder and honey. She came in with a glass of hot milk. But the cleavage sighting of Simra... had left me in a horny mood.If my wife was there I would have torn her apart. I did plan to fantasize Simran and masturbate that night, but I suppose destiny had better plans for me that night. Usually Simran does not wear such low necks, as we always have dinner in the main hall and all are well covered. But since now there was no need to go. She turns to humor, "Pretty please stop crying.Please Honey. Pretty please be as happy as a bowl of rainbow ice creammade out of candy canes and pickles." And then she quickly adds, "Yuck.Not pickles." She laughs and waits hopefully for me. Then to her reliefI hesitantly giggle while this strange lady I didn't even know is huggingthe life out of me.She cups my tear soaked face in her hand and brings it so I am facing herand ever so gently wipes my tears. I slowly look up and she is. “All will be made clear. Do you want some wine or would you like to start on the gin?” she giggled.“Wine will be fine,” Allison said. Cerys disappeared into the kitchen and re-emerged clutching two glasses and a bottle of white wine, fresh from the refrigerator and dripping condensation.The two of them sat down and Cerys poured them each a generous glass.“Right,” said Allison, “what is all this about? You were being seriously weird at lunchtime. I’ve spent all afternoon trying to work out what. I found that strange but now as weird as what happened next. Apparently Jim and Helen recognized the nice lifestyle Cindy and I were experiencing and Cindy agreed. Jim and Helen then demanded sex from Cindy. She was so surprised and confused she relented.I was totally shocked as she told me how Helen had undressed Cindy and had her turn around for both of them to admireAS Helen pulled Cindy into the bed and guided her to her crotch; Jim was playing with Cindy’s kitty and assAs Cindy continued.