I was officially jealous of him. After a point, onceeveryone was sufficiently drunk, the couples got together in the party andthe singles huddled toge...her doing their thing. I saw Arjun with a girland two guys chatting animatedly. I noticed that one of the guy was Ved.Once the party started winding down, we made plans for an after party atVed's house. As we walked towards the exit, Ved whispered to me, Yourfriend Anjali is so hot! I giggled and lightly slapped his arm, She'sKabir's friend and I. It gave me encourage to give slight romantic touch in shayaris over period.One day as I was traveling by car in Delhi I called her mobile and asked her where she was. She said she was traveling in bus for talk nagar market. I don’t know how I got courage and told her to get down next stop as I was almost behind her bus. And she obliged. As I approached bus stop there she was standing as diva…black trouser and red t shirt with black google….uff that was killer.She got into car…and we had formal. Her nose was against his stomach. Her lips were tightly moving on the base of his cock. And her chin was touching his balls. And I could hear her humming.She stayed like that and I was wondering how she could breath. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she moved back. Did she breath? I couldn't tell. Instantly, she had him in her throat again.After several times, I noticed her throat was moving. Somehow she was massaging his cock with her throat. "Jesus, I've never felt her do that to. It was nearly 11:30 at night when we pulled into the driveway. We didn’t know if the others would be up since they all had to go to work in the morning. As quietly as possible, we entered the carport door and found the place quiet and only 1 light on waiting for us. On the table was a note that said they went on to bed and looked forward to seeing us in the morning or when they got home from work. Ginger looked relieved about not having to face them just yet. We quietly unpacked anything.