"You know the rules," she said. "You strip, too!" In minutes, we were both naked, and I made no effort to conceal my hardening dick."Where's that baby...oil?" she asked. I handed the bottle to her and she oiled herself up. And then she squirted some on my dick."Hey, you're going to make me cum if you keep doing that!" That's the plan! I've seen that lump in your pants all morning! C'mon! I wanna see you cum!"Well, I'm not made of stone. It only took a few strokes before I came, hard, all over her. I poured us each a glass of wine and casually invited our friend back to our bedroom under the guise of showing him the new curtains we had recently added. I encouraged my wife to remove her heels, and we stood around talking as my wife pulled the bedspread back and sat on the side of the bed since her feet were sore from the heels. I kept her wine glass filled as she giggled at our friends jokes. I was excited to watch as my wife sat chatting with our friend, the hem of her dress had risen up. Me (Seeing a chance to flirt with her): Rita, you looked stunning in the saree today.Rita: Hahaha, really! C’mon, that was just normalMe: If that was normal, it is beyond my imagination how you would look when you are completely dressed.Me (taking a bolder step): How is your sexual life?Rita: Worst. Ratan (Rita’s husband) and I used to have sex thrice a week when we were initially married. But he used to cum within seconds, which used to leave me unsatisfied. Gradually our interest in sexual. This car drew attention wherever he went, much like an extraordinarily attractive woman. Frankie Mancuso, Chief of Security of the casino where Dr. Masterson was murdered, was more than pleased to have the assistance of Jack Davis. Frankie knew of his reputation, admired him immensely and was drawn to him immediately because of his obvious competence and considerable charm. He virtually turned the case over to Jack and gave him copies of every bit of information in his files. Frankie had a.