I recalled one boy relating a tale of his “latest” conquest, when describing how he “rode her doggy style” his display of gyrations made me th...nk he had actually been on a horse. Reminded me of youngsters coming out the cinema after watching a western, and riding their imaginary horse all the way home. So this was riding doggy style was it? I liked it, mainly because I didn’t need to look Linda in the face, due to my own embarrassment more than anything, under normal circumstances I wouldn’t. Everyone welcomed her as she greeted everyone. When she greeted my dadaji, his mind started to think about including her in their sexcapades. Everyone in the room sensed it.I was happy considering this new addition. Everyone went back to their own work. Dadaji and I sat down to plan the whole thing for tonight.Dadaji: Aaj raat Aisha bhi meri rakhel banegi.Me: Dadaji, wo toh main tabhi samajh gaya tha. Ab plan banao kaise karna hai yeh sab. Aur haan, mujhe bhi in sab ko chodne ka mauka. Amber greets Erin warmly, they all chat for a couple of minutes, and then Erin asks to speak with Angie alone for a few minutes. So they disappear into the medical exam room; Amber does a set of slow time consuming rounds, and then curiosity has her wander near the medical exam room. She can’t help but to hear the sounds of Erin and Angie kissing passionately, with Erin murmuring sexy things to Angie, who is whimpering softly in return. Amber spots an opening at the edge of the drapes outside. "Little bitch," I grunted. This fuck was one of disgust. It had arisen from so many days of displeasure after so few of love. It was sexual frustration left to rot in the shadows finally brought to light. I could see Allie moving to the front seat for a better look. "Do you still love me?" she gasped. "I never loved you," I whispered into her ear, punctuating every syllable with a thrust from my pelvis. "Yes you did. Yes you do!" she said, screaming out the last words in a burst of orgasmic.