’ I found it amusing that he thought he could tease about that, as if it was a bad thing. I gave a bounce of my brows and disappeared into the hallw...y. ‘Who is it?’ Claire’s voice continued. ‘The girl on the motorbike yesterday.’ The conversation muffled out as I shut my room’s door. I felt… weird. Incredibly excited against this little voice in my head that told me to chill and take it easy, just see how things went. And another part of me that was bluntly wondering when I was going to have. Since marriage over the years i realised that my sexual desires was not being satisfied for some reason. I discussed it with my White friend Brenda from work and eventually realised that the problem was not with me but with my hubby Suren – his penis was having erection difficulties. When i tried to discuss it with Suren, he became very anxious and avoided the conversation, always saying our sex was just right for us and it’s the same for all couples. Brenda however convinced me to watch some. The thought of Vansh’s thick, smooth hair brushing against her face as he lay over her. Putting his weight on her and rubbing his hard dick over her crotch made Riddhi’s vagina wet with juices.She looked around the room once to check if her parents were asleep. She lived in a small flat with her parents. She then wandered back to the thought of getting fucked by her boyfriend in a semi-public place.She always felt extra horny when she imagined being watched by a crowd as Vansh fucked her. If it were, then the frame would be too stiff. It’s the same resin, but I teach her how to apply it to a more suitable material.We move the boat into the smallest bay in our big garage. It is actually a paint shop for cars. My Uncle lets me use it. I just had to buy my own paint gun. He doesn’t want his wrecked, in case I forgot to clean it when I was done. I teach her all about the resin and why we use sailcloth instead of fibreglass, but I get Sam to teach her how to apply it with a paint.