Brandi looked at her friend as she watched Vic leave for his room, ‘Umm, Wow!’ ‘Huh?’ Angie said, shaking herself back to reality. ‘I think ... came,’ Brandi whispered as she took her friend’s arm to lead her to the parking lot, ‘that was some kiss.’ As they were walking out, Brandi’s phone buzzed. When she looked down and read the message, she looked puzzled. ‘What?’ Angie asked, ‘Is something wrong?’ ‘No, it’s Vic, he said, ‘tell Brad he’s welcome’ what the fuck is he talking about?’ Angela. "That's a good girl," he smirked. "Nice bottom! You've got an ass that was made for screwing. You'll go crazy when I put it to you. Now drop your panties, baby. You won't need them where you're going."She fought but couldn't refuse his demand and in a moment her panties were around her ankles."Now come here and I'll put this in you. You won't regret it!"She didn't regret it, at least not that night. How could she? Regret requires thought and when Charlie touched her again he made her stop. With head back and back arched, she went through an almighty con-tippler, her breathing was laboured but she managed to let out a low but gutterish moan. Bert was now using his full length, levering himself with her hips, forcing deep; Belinda enormous breasts were being thrown backwards and forwards across his face, it was as much as she could do to hold herself above him. She knew she’d have to slow him down if only for his own sake, no man she’d known could fuck at this pace.“Bert…this is to. Next day when Nandan arrived, Mehala told him in so many words that whatever happened in the past had to stop. He begged, cried and made a scene; she felt so guilty about it but felt that that was the best for all concerned. She cried after he left because in her own bizarre manner, she loved him.After a couple of days of moping in his room finally Nandan emerged. He was still not happy but he had a strange look about him. Thilakam was amazed how much he looked like her husband. She even made a.