Why was it here? A practical joke? Or something else?Griff took out his phone and rang Rhys Smith's number. It was just the kind of prank he'd play.Rh...s had to be more careful. They weren't at university anymore. Griff was a junior minister in the government. As funny as the gag might have seemed, politics was not exactly a profession renowned for its sense of humour. This was exactly the kind of thing the gutter press liked to take and twist into stories that demolished careers.The phone went. She was quite dark and her breasts were at least 38C with black nipples which stood out like a small stack of coins. I sucked her nipples and rolled them between my fingers which made her groan. She came with a squeal and collapsed onto my chest. I looked over and watched as David raised my wife's hips up and drove his cock deep into her. She arched her back and gave a small scream and david continued to drive hard and deep into her . She came a number of times and just kept saying "Yes, yes,. .aur andhar tak daalne ki koshish karoo…bhaiya ne phir apni ungli thoda zor lagakar andhar dhakelne ki koshish ki..main aankhen bandh karke iska poora maaza liya …phir bhaiya ne meri kameez or bra utaar di or mere mumme unke hathon mein aa gaye…unhone jat se hi muhn me le liya or chusne lage…ahhhh….kya nazara aaya….unhone dono mummon ko bahut chusa aur mere sharir mein or aag laga di…….phir unhone meri salwaar or panty bhi utaar di….or mere nange jism ke upar apne haath pherne lage….phir bhaiya. Fine. See you later, Tommy," and off she went."Whew, it's really hot, Tommy, let's have that lemonade now," and I followed her back into her kitchen and we were soon sitting at her table sipping ice-cold lemonade, cooling off from the heat outside."I'll be right back," she said and went down the hallway to return in a few minutes now wearing a pink, sleeveless cotton blouse that had the first two buttons unbuttoned, revealing a nice wedge of cleavage that acted as a magnet to my eyes.As I.