Was she perverted? Sick? She sat with her legs folded under her and her ankles crossed, feeling with her hand to see if her shorts had soaked through ...et. She closed her eyes and felt the car descending down a gentle grade. The sun was lowering in the sky and the air seemed less oppressively hot. She sleepily thought of Brenda and how her breasts were now filling Brenda’s bra, and her pussy became even wetter. The car slowed to a stop, then inched forward and stopped again. She heard her dad’s. The thud, thud, thud of the base and the rhythm are taking me to another world and I begin to dance, swaying my body and keeping to the beat. I have this sensation, as I dance that someone is watching me. I continue moving to the music. Surveying the room, I see him looking gorgeous. Tristan is 6 foot 2 inches tall. He has messy sun brown/blond hair, hazel eyes and a manly, well-built body. He leans on the wall with his beer in hand watching me. His eyes are beaming with desire. He surveys my. They both saw me looking at them. Amita yelled, “Close that door Alka, give me 10 minutes, I will be there”.I closed the door and sat in the living room and the visuals were flashing through my eyes. And I was in a shock that my best friend whom I thought was a very nice lady was cheating on her husband. I could still hear her moaning and finally, they both made huge grunts which indicated that they both have cummed.After 20 minutes, I saw both coming out of the room. The guy left and Amita was. So, I just did it. I am sorry. Please leave this discussion now. It’s embarrassing me.Sanjana aunty: Wait, Abhi. It’s not over yet. What else did I tell you? Tell me. Just tell, I won’t mind.Me: You told me that it’s been a long time that someone got a boner looking at you and that you were happy for it somehow.Sanjana aunty: Yes. I remember that. I couldn’t believe that you got my hand over your hard cock. I was in a dilemma last night if it was real or not. I couldn’t sleep even after.