She saw a figure on the bed.Margot was on her knees, her head down as she sucked the scummy bedsheet, her ass hiked up. When she heard someone come in... she supposed it was Jerry.She looked back-and gasped in shock as she recognized Debby Wedgewood.In her surprise, the woman almost declared her identity. But Debby was advancing with her tongue lashing around like a hungry tiger, obviously bent on oral sex. And M argot, who loved sex with girls every bit as much as she did with guys, saw no. Paul took a deep breath. "Ahhhhhhh.... yeah. I, uh, I thought youwere going to a concert tonight?" Tom stood up, pissed all over again. "And who," he started as hebegan to pace, "am I supposed to go with, since that bitch Carol decidedwe should 'see other people' last night, and then went and called everygirl around and told them not to go out with me tonight? I ask you!" hesnarled, whipping around. "Ahhh, well, um." Paul stopped, at a loss for words. An idea formed in Tom's. Using the momentum, she struck out her foot and landed it deep into his gut. The thug leader went flying into a stack of cardboard boxes. An unarmed thug immediately grabbed her from behind. "Ahh!" she screamed, as his fingers dug into her cleavage. Using his momentum, she flipped him forward, and pounded his face in repeatedly with her club shoes.The thug with the baseball bat charged forward and swung at her. He swung his bat, and swung it low. She nearly dodged it, but he had released it. After some days I found that she is not very happy. I tired to know her problem. But she used to avoid. I understood that , she liked me and want to tell her problems but fear. I started coming to her when my brother in law used to be out of home. Then she became little free. One day I brought a family planning guide for them and gave it to Bhabi. She did not show much interest just kept the book on her dressing table. I wanted to know why she didn’t show any eagerness. She told me indirectly.