"It is done. So why, as they stand on the deck looking at each other, each reluctant to go back to the party, each knowing they need to, does she hope...that he will stall a little longer?Jumbled lines from some poem steal upon her like ground mist, telling her that her whole world has rolled up in a ball, moving her toward an overwhelming question, and that because she was afraid she couldn't give the answer that might make her happy. For one brief moment she had almost been happy. But now it is. I went to my room, got into easy clothes and went out with her. We walked a bit silently and then she said to me that she wants to talk to me but I have to promise not to talk about it with anyone, I agreed, a bit hesitantly. She asked me to tell a bit more about my encounters I mentioned that day. I told her a bit about them briefly she then said that she always had a fantasy of being with another guy after her marriage. I was a bit taken aback and asked her why she’s telling me this. She. Bhabhi tadap rahi thi…please sumit….please fuck me…let me suck ur dick please…..aur main phir unhein khada kiya….unhein zoor se kisss kiya…une boobs ko masla…nipple ko pinch kiya aur unhein neeche bithaya….wo mere lund par hapshi kutiya ki tarah toot padi aur zor zor se choosne lagi….wo bab gaaliyan bhi de rahi thi….waah kya klund hai tera suit….aaj main iski malkin huuun….aaj tu mujhe randi ki tarah chodega…aur wo suck ka rrahi thi…Maine unhein phir se kiss kiya aur apna lund unke boobs ke. However, as Marsha had asked the question maybe she did want an answer and so Leanne managed to say tentatively, "Rachel if I had a choice"Marsha thought about the countless times she had held back telling Leanne off for annoying her. Was it deliberate she now asked herself? Had it been all an act to get herself spanked? So, she replied testily, "You've deserved to be spanked several times but I didn't act. Maybe I should have done."Leanne gasped at the strong response and realised she had.