She again mailed me when I was taking out my bike from parking. She said her friend is in that café and could I drop her on my way. I said ok.A woman...in her 40’s wearing a decent salwar came to the parking place. I noticed and asked her, is she Arvind’s friend. She said yes and got on my bike. I left her near the Kormangala BDA complex. She thanked me. Then I got a mail asking for my photo. I sent her.For a few days, I didn’t get any mail from her. After 20 days I got a mail. She mailed me in. .. I was talking to one of the guys here about our dilemma. He's a member of an amateur theatre group and they're putting on The Fantasticks tonight. I can get tickets. Maybe you'd enjoy that."I'm not familiar with it."It's a musical ... kind of avant garde ... or it was avant garde in the sixties. I thought you'd enjoy it because a live play is mostly dialogue rather than a movie that's mostly visual. I mean ... in Hamlet he says, we'll hear a play, not we'll see a play."That is considerate of. I crawl onto the bed towards you and I start to trail my tongue in lazy swirls from right below your navel to your neck, leaving small bites along the way. As I reach your neck I begin to kiss up your jawline. You can feel my breath ghost from your neck to your ear and back again. Pulling back I smile at you before attacking your mouth, you taste so sweet and I moan against your lips. I can feel your fingers twitching to touch me and I decide to have them twitch some more. I begin to lean. Bob had a nice cock , and it felt really good from what i remember...how thick it was and how big it was.....and how good it felt to slide his foreskin down.......over his bulbous helmet.... id like to , said Terry.. but not just at the moment, as im tired out , but you guys carry on ... with a big smile on his face, implying that Liz should suck her husbands cock for us to see..... ...Bob was already getting up , his cock already hard stood before him finding Liz's painted nails surrounding.