Jogging in high heels was never easy she thought. Past the front gate she could see the street sign. “It’s Calloway Drive,” then doubling back t... look at the house, “number 52.” Ten minutes later Melissa sat in the back of the cab holding her head. Pushing her dress down her legs she knew this was going to be one hell of a headache. The driver must have known she was in no mood to chit chat and left her to her hang over in the back. Melissa started to think back to how she ended up with that. My email is mentioned at the end of the story.I have been in Pune for the past 4 years and I am living with my flatmates. As luck would have it, a young married couple just moved in. The girl’s name was Sonal, who is 28, petite, 5 ft 1 in, slim, fair with amazing tits and an ass to die for.As we live in the same area, we use to cross path quite often. Gradually, we started to talk a lot with each other in person as well as over the phone. However, as a usual story of housewives, she didn’t look. It turns out that I had a lot to learn about these two sex fiends. I knelt on the bed and started to crawl up toward the pillow when JT stopped me. "Jesus, cunt! You're leaking cum all over the fucking place. What a pig!"Yeah, it's all my fault, asshole!He pulled me back to my feet and made me stand with one foot up on the bed and use my fingers to scoop up the cum leaking from my pussy and eat it. Judging by the amount of ejaculate dripping from my pussy and running down my thighs, JT and his. . well. you know.. its.. well.. e.. You're hot." I replied mumbling. I tilt my head to the right and looked at her and said " I really hope you don't get mad at .. " She held my head with her hands and kissed me on the lips without letting me finish. She pressed her tongue inside my mouth finding her way to my tongue and we french kissed for like 30 seconds straight till I realized what was happening and pushed her out of my way. I didn't even realize she got on top of me. "This is wrong." I.