Your back arches as your orgasm approaches. Hips bucking wildly its all I can do to hang on. Your pussy clamps down on my fingers and I can feel the...spasms as they pass through your from your pussy to your ass and back. I ease up on your clit as the waves pass and as you lower yourself back down to the couch I slide my hand out, gently. The glazed look in your eyes is priceless. I move forward, my cock is so fucking hard. You have turned me on so much and I WANT YOU!!! At the first touch. So by not wasting much time and coming to the story, this story is about me and my husband’s driver, Aslam. This incident occurred 3 months ago. I always knew that Aslam is attracted towards me, but you know everything happens at the right time. As the time passed I also started liking him. He was always very caring and helpful towards me. I knew that he had bad intentions towards me but he didn’t show that directly. Whenever I used to go out in car with him, he used to stare at me through. .........................................When his dad remarried, the woman he married also had an older daughter; Ginny.Mark wasn't ready for a 'half-sister' He was always shy, usually ducking out of open discussions, afraid to speak and get laughed at or embarrassed. But what he really wasn't prepared for was the 'underbelly' of the newly-formed family. Not what you see, but what you don't see. Ginny was 4 years older than Mark, with no intentions of moving out. It was cheap and. She opened the door. She was in a bathrobe, and I could see her cleavage clearly.Me: This dress suits you well, looking sexier than before.Shyama: Oh, thank you. (and gave a naughty smile.)I got in and sat on the chair while she sat on the bed. She had already ordered the drinks. So we started having drinks and talking as I thought about . We spoke of our life, past relationships, and so on. With each of her movements, Shyama’s bathrobe was slipping a bit, revealing her gorgeous thighs.I was.