Agarwal welcomed me and we stayed in drawing room and normally we were talking about our business and family in between Mrs. Agarwal Came with a glass...of water and Mr. Agarwal introduced me and said sarhad this is my wife I said namasta and Mrs. Agarwal said namanta how are you I said fine and she left for kitchen as I saw her I was lost in dreams with her in the bed. Any way I manage and in mean time Mr. Agarwal said let us have dinner its ready I said I want to go washroom and the washroom. Then quickly saying not to answer that, we both laughed and hugged again before going into the house. He sat on the sofa, and I studied this now very handsome man. He was well defined and tanned not like the Martin I remembered. His eyes sparkled and he was full of confidence, looking wonderful in his camouflage shirt and trousers. Feelings of our friendship swept over me, we still had a bond, a connection that had never been broken. It was like we had never been apart but he had transformed. She finally begged me (she loved to be made to beg) to "ram" my cock into her. She wanted her nipples pinched while she was getting fucked. It was difficult to get her dress top down but it was well worth it. Karen loved getting her nipples pinched and bitten (hard)- she'd truly lose it when she pinched her clit while getting fucked. She begged to be pinched and bitten. I could get her to have an orgasm just by pinching, biting and pulling her nipples. It was exciting to be fucking in a room. She would, on the other hand, never lie about it, if asked. The expression on her face was very unhappy."Lea, what you should be doing for Hank for Valentine's Day, is stopping this foolishness with Bob. Bob was an idiot when he was in high school, nothing more than a dumb jock; and he hasn't improved," Helen scolded. "Hank deserves better from you than what you are doing." Oh Helen," Alice interrupted, "Bob is eye-candy. He has muscles on muscles, and is a better lover than Hank. Isn't that.