She continued to sit with downcast eyes. Putting my finger under her chin I raised her face by. Her beauty, even with her eyes closed, took my breath ...way. My mother was right Arti was very, very beautiful. Mala was not half as pretty compared to her.For few minutes I stared at her pretty face. 'Arti you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen. Please open your eyes so that I can drown myself in them'.Slowly she opened them. It was like blossoming of a lotus flower. I placed my lips on her. ."We don't go to the gym in a vacuum. There are other clients there. I noticed the one she identified. Of course, I noted every one in the place. But this one... "Yeah. She's been there before." Do you think she's nice-looking?"Oh, boy ... the minefield of interpersonal relationships. And here's one. Let's try 'honest' this time. After all, I'm talking to my Johanna, my friend, my chosen mate. "Yes, she is. But not nearly up to YOUR standard." Her breasts..." Jo was small-breasted. She'd told. The thought of telling hubby about this experience crossed my mind and I could visualize his reaction and how it would make him horny. As my ardent lover returned to my married pussy and clit I started to writhe in anticipation of being filled. I lay there moaning and sighing like I had never done before at the anticipation of his large cock impaling me. He slowly emerged from between my thighs with a wet and dripping face from my juices. His eyes were truly feral now and the wolfish smile he. Katie added but only if I can watch. Trish blushed but smiled, saying wow, you are dirtier than I was at your age, we are going to have fun.The two of them had a lazy day making themselves ready for their evening of sexy fun. Trish taking a long, hot soapy bat, called Katie to check something for her. Does my fanny look ok, she asked, from seeing you this morning think my bush is a bit hairy. Trish and Katie had identical hair colouring and were both a natural copper red though Katie always.