She: Please sit, I will get something to drink.Me: No, it is not necessary. Thank you.But she insisted to have some orange juice. I sat on the sofa an... she went into the kitchen. I took the mangalsutra and kept it on the centre table.I checked around. There were some family photos hanging on the wall. One photo was specific. It was of her in a white overcoat and it said, “Dr. Pallavi – Best doctor award 2015”.She came out from the kitchen with 2 glasses of orange juice and handed me one. I. Dipping her head down, my dick was engulfed in the mouth of my best friend. I could tell she wanted it, she worked my pole like a true professional. I moaned as her tongue licked my head and my shaft, up and down. Not being able to resisst the voluptuous bottom of her hourglass body, I reached over her shoulders and began rubbing and smacking it lightly... With every tap came the moan of pleasure as she continued sucking. It seemed like forever until she finally let up, and took her shirt off.. ” I kissed her tenderly and looked into her soft eyes. “Now get out before we are caught.” I walked to the door and turned to look at her again; she still had the hem of her dress in one hand. I had one last look between her legs; the silk was now transparent with spent cum and her prominent labia clearly visible. I smiled at her again and left.Barry worked for a pharmaceutical firm as some sort prototype packaging guru, so everybody expected some reference to this in his speech, what he did. I showed her, and she smiled really big at me. She went to the bathroom and came back with a towel. She wiped the bed, and then she took my penis in her hands, and started to clean it. This got me hard again, and well, I have to be honest, she ended up jerking me off until I came again." This was a total fabrication of what really happened, but I figured it was time to at least make her aware of things progressing, and she what she thought. My wife looked me in the eyes, and said, "I don't know.