I'd caught Craig looking at me a few times, but only because he didn't know I could watch his reflection in the freezer door. He would never have eyed...me up and down blatantly as many of the men who came in did, some right in front of their wives. Getting dressed for work I was surprised and even a little embarrassed to catch myself thinking about Craig, wondering if he'd stop by, if he'd be unable to resist checking out my ass and long legs if I wore the green shorts, or if I'd finally catch. The blouse was tight enough and was revealing her porking large nipples from its thin cloth. Any one passing nearby could sense that the woman is not wearing Brassiere inside it. Her Saree was tied just below her Belly Button. Although, Neelu was a bit fat with a bulging fat layer on the sides of her stomach but her Belly Button was real wide and deep. One could sense looking at it that her hubby would have been using her belly button for his pleasure by fucking it with his cock. Her blouse had. As soon as the film started there was a kissing scene and pressing of nipples and women sucking the cock of man.My cock got aroused cing those scene and I hold my cock(*Sunni) in my hands and started masturbating it.My friend asked to show my cock which was in mood and I didn’t show my cock because I was little hesitating to show it.Rajan came close towards me and hold my hands and kept it on his cock it was upto 90degrees and he took my lungi up and slept on my lap and shagged my cock and I. I felt it all crawling around inside of me. It was the way his hair fell on my face. The shape of his jaw. The feel of his chest against my own. He was a heart beat and blood flow. It was the way his clothes always smelled of grass. And the last puff of a cigarette on his breath. And he knew my body before he knew me. And he knew exactly what I needed.On my back the stars witnessed the man I hardly know. How he unbuttoned me. Not just my shirt, or my pants, or my undergarments. He opened pieces.