Finally, Kathy appeared, walking into the bedroom.Pete followed behind her. Judging by the half-flaccid cock slapping against his leg, they had fucked...off-camera. Damnit, they must have done it in the hallway; they couldn't even wait to get to the bedroom.Kathy went to her dresser and brushed her hair before putting it in a ponytail. She lay down on the bed, flopping onto her side. I noticed that she pulled her left leg up a little more than was necessary. She was posing for him, displaying her. Maine kha ki dekho meri height tumse ab bhi jyada h toh vo hasne lgi aur kehne lgi aisa kuch nhi h. Hum dono ek dusre k saamne khade the.Maine kha ki hug toh krlo toh vo dheere s mere pass aagyi aur hug krne lge. Mera lund uss time pura tann chuka tha aur mujhse ruka nhi ja rha tha. Maine usko kha ki suno, usne pucha kya toh maine uske lips pr kiss krna start kr diya. Usne bhi acha response diya. Fir maine bola chlo andr vale room mai chalte h. Hum andr vale room mai gye aur ek dusre ko kiss. “It's just, well, it's my marriage. It was a mistake, something I shouldn't have done, and I feel really guilty about it.” “So,” he asked, “what are you going to do? Do you feel guilty enough to confess? Should I stay out of town forever so he doesn’t beat me up?” “No,” I said. “I can keep it to myself.” “Think we can still be friends?” he asked. “Why not?” “It will always be there,” he said. “Standing between us, present whenever we meet.” “We don't meet much anymore,” I pointed out. “It's not. It’s not all that long ago men like you got in big trouble for doing stuff like that. Jerome couldn’t believe what he just heard. He knew Gary was a rich dickhead but he never knew he was a racist too. Jerome thought he’d have to teach this rich white asshole a lesson. As Gary climbed into his Maserati he thought about the day ahead of him in the Merchant bank downtown where he worked. He’d have some fun with that new young secretary Lisa they had assigned him he thought. If only he could get.