I had always loved him but I’ve done it in silence. I had been feeling guilty because I dream about best friend of my husband.At that time my frustr...tions were so painful when I met Prem I could not look at him because I was frightened of him, frightened of myself, my feelings for him. He never bothered to pester us with uninvited intrusions to our house, although I wanted to meet him every time, every day, but not meet him. I was like a tormented c***d. I had no explanation what this man did. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and barked “I’M CUMMIMG!!! He thrust as deep as he could and grunted loudly. Then I felt his seed spew far into my bowels. When his dripping, softening cock pulled out of me I thought the ordeal was over, I was wrong. I had been so lost in the experience I hadn’t even noticed the other guy was no longer holding me! “Okay your turn, how do you want him?!” I heard the guy say. “Put him down here on his back with butt on this.” The other guy responded. I was. "It's okay," she responded. "It's not like I can see anything anyway." Still...that was my bad. Look, if you don't mind, I just need to put on some clothes. Mind stepping outside? I'll be right down." Sure."I walk to my closet to go through my shirts and I hear the door close behind me. How embarrassing was that! I hope she doesn't think I'm one of those Asian perverts like Mickey Rooney from Breakfast at Tiffany's. Not to mention the fact that I started to get a hard on from that. “So what’s a beautiful specimen such as yourself doing out in this part of London?” by this part of London he meant Southwark. “Well I just finished work so I’m headed home.” Zoe replied blushing slightly at his compliment. “Would you mind if I walked with you? It’s just I’d hate to see you on the evening news. Knowing where this bus stop I know people may be waiting for someone such as you.” Zoe thought about this and although her mind was screaming at her saying “no! He could be a pervert!”.