Why can’t I remember? The woman was tying the dark red satin thong around my wrists. She pushed my arms to the rustic, heavy wooden headboard and r...sted them there. What’s going on? I could easily escape from that…surely I can’t be enjoying it. But I knew that I was, from the wetness, growing inside me. As I continued to watch my memory, the woman unfastened her bra and threw it onto the chair behind her. In my head, I stared at her breasts as she slowly pull down her thong. My god, she had. “On your ‘puter, huh ... and still in bed,” Paul chuckled.“I had just thrown the covers back to head to the bathroom. What’s up, Paul, and how are your better halves?”“Well, I’m up ... obviously, and I just called to tell you that Mike and Time Bandettes will have a little competition next Friday in the NIS band challenge,” Paul laughed and then excitedly added that small nugget of news.“So, you and Mom2 convinced both of your better halves to get up on stage in the buff, huh?” I replied.Paul. Then I remembered someone mentioning a doctor who would see people out of hours. He was expensive but very good, I had been assured. I dug in my handbag and found his number. His name was Dr Byron Mohle.My hands were shaking as I dialled his number. A deep, calm voice answered. I explained my problem. He said it sounded serious and asked if I could come immediately. He wasn't at his surgery but would be happy to see me at home. I was so relieved, I agreed. Somehow I made it in one piece.A tall,. He knows he has to be extremely quiet. And Priya’s finger on her lips has confirmed this.Oh, what a sight Vikas has in front of her. Priya Bhabhi is lying there naked, legs crossed. One finger on her lips signaling Vikas to stay silent, the other one calling him and pointing to her sweet wet pussy. Vikas takes off his shirt and slides into the bed halfway.He holds Priya Bhabhi’s feet and starts licking and sucking on her toes. Meanwhile, Priya is busy talking to her husband with her phone on.