I was a bit annoyed that she’d taken it without permission, but then a smile crossed my face.So my wife is going to be craving my cum? I can think o... worse things that could happen... The previous night, my girls had returned from their shopping trip, humming the incredibly catchy song from the first tape. I couldn’t help but admire their choice of clothes - my wife had decided to go in a sort of sexy housewife direction, and was wearing a red polka-dot dress that ended way above her knees,. But I do love having sex with males too! About me, I’m a spoilt girl who lost her virginity at 17. People often admire my perfect shape “36D-24-37”. I was born and brought up at Bangalore. Hemanth was my friend since my 6th grade. This eventually made us become lovers at the 11th grade. We roam around as a couple since then. We even skip our classes and he takes me on his bike. We went to cinema halls, had corner seats and made love without others’ notice there. We used to touch each other’s. The stairway was dark but I know it well and felt no need to light the gas mantles. I made my way to the kitchen. The crunch of broken glass beneath my feet and the draft of cold air from an open window told me that there was, indeed, an unwelcome visitor.I made my way back to the hall. A flicker of light from a shrouded lantern briefly lit up the edge of the door to my consulting rooms. I worked my way silently along the corridor towards it. Noises from inside suggested that whoever was there. She was in a rush to tell of all the wonders she had seen, and she kept stumbling over some of them.In the meantime the king pulled on a bell rope, and there was a ringing in the distance. A moment later a servant appeared. The king instructed him to send for the queen. Since this was the apartment where the king went to relax between functions during the day, the queen was at the opposite end of the castle.When she arrived, there was yet another emotional reunion. I could tell both the king.