" Nice to meet you too, Catherine," he replied.They spent a couple of minutes calming down before she said, "We had better get cleaned up and get back...downstairs."She got off him and he got his first look at her gorgeous arse as she went into the bathroom.He washed their combined juices off his cock and pubic area and realised that he should have removed his shirt before they fucked because that was rather sweaty.Catherine put some lipstick on and a clean pair of knickers, as the original pair. As she stared at the picture she found herself getting wet. Her fingers slowly found their way into her panties and she caressed her clit. Flipping through the next few pages which illustrated the story of the threesome and their torment, she found herself grinding her now swollen clit against the corner of the table. Kelly tried her best to remain silent so her husband wouldn’t hear and interrupt her arousal from this new found sense of eroticism. She pushed her clit firmly against the corner. It was reality and reality doesn’t follow the neat rules of story-telling. Imagine yourself in my place when she, totally out of the blue, comes up to me, touches my arm and says ‘Mr. Hansson?’ And imagine the feelings when I realize that it is her! It’s Sarah, the wife of my friend who in the secret places in his heart is sure that she is dead but keeps hoping against hope because otherwise he would not have the strength to live. I picked up my cell-phone, punched number four and gave it to. Both Ram the masseur and his wife Shanti the maid who were present there, were silent spectators of the incident. For one moment Mr. Raj could not believe his own eyes when he saw Jayasree at that moment. For a split second he forgot he was seeing his own daughter-in-law, and in her place What he saw was an exquisite figure of a fascinating woman, from whose face tiny pearls of water droplets where sliding down her throat to the v line of her bosom. He could also see her exposed navel and the.