Me: Hahaha! Why coz she knows you better than uncle?Swati: What do you mean?Me: Nothing, so what are you doing?Swati: Lying on my bed. (wink smiley)Me... Want me to join?Swati: Hahaha! You can’t? Mom is in the kitchen.Me: So you mean, if she wasn’t, you would have let me in?Swati: Noo! I didn’t mean that, by the way, what would you do if I let you in my room right now?Me: I will let you know that if you let me in.Swati: Then you will have to wait a lot, dear. You will have to work a lot for that. I spend the next hour sending Dave intomultiple orgasms. Exhausted from all the pleasure he fell asleep. Idress up in Dave's clothes and leave the apartment to continue with mycrazy plan. The taxi drops me of in the heart of the seedy red lightdistrict, where I plan to search for my next host.She's 5'9, probably in her mid 30's, has a very shapely figure and abrunette with very short hair. She was in a low cut body hugging dressand fishnet nylons and 3 inch black leather boots. You could see. All of our wives were friends and we’d all attended numerous get togethers as couples. At one particular New Years party we all went to, I’d learned that they found my wife attractive. As it goes, we men hung out in the kitchen to cook steaks and drink scotch while the women gabbed in the living room, some attending to their k**s that they’d brought. Through the course of the night, I caught two of my friends, Nate and John, staring at Sarah, particularly at times when she’d bend over to pick. The ever-smiling Suzanne Moffatt looked like something out of a Betty Crocker commercial, with a beauty-parlor hairdo, starched blouses and sensible shoes. Mrs. Moffatt and the other moms from the troop were overly polite to her, but Abby always felt like these power moms disapproved of her. Im too young. Im too blond. Im divorced. And my tits are too big, Abby thought to herself, hiding a smile. At least I can still fit in my Girl Scout uniform. As she drove to Mrs. Moffatts, the blonde.