"Ah, this is more comfortable don't you think?"she asked. "Oh for sure." I replied. I proceeded towards her and wrapped my arms around her waist and ...drew her closer. She responded with a few kisses as I also played with her breasts noting that her nipples were already getting hard! "Come help me remove my nylons, please" she asked. "OK." I replied. "You know its been just about a year since we started fooling around so let's celebrate!" she added. I followed her swinging hips an. ”Bhide ko Roshan ke dard ki koi chinta nahi hoti hai. Woh uski kamar ko paladkar aur jor jor se lund ko gaand me dalte jata hai.“Ooo Roshan bhabhi sach me aaap ki gaand to chut se bhi jyada mazaa de rah hia. Aur sach kahu to mujhe bhi chut se jyada gaand marana pasand hi..Looo mera ye lund aap ki gaan par fidaa ho gaya hai. Mene aaj tak itni achi gaand nahi mari hai.”Idhar Roshan bhabhi ko bohat dard hota hai par woh jaise hi Bhide ki tarif sunti hai apni gaand ke bare me uska dard kam hojata. Maybe ten minutes had passed, it seemed like a life time, since Jerome entered my butt. He was exuding pre-cum something awful, my butt hole and his cock was making all types of wet slurping sounds as Jerome sexed my anus. Tears flowing from my eyes, I could only make whimpering sounds like a love sick puppy seeking it's master. Jerome had worked his forearms and hands up under my body and had me in a prone full nelson. Both his hands clasped behind my head keeping me from scooting away from. Anjali was quite sweet and smart at the same time. She was a quite a lady to turn heads around, but I have this principle of not mixing business with pleasure. So, we had a very healthy friendship at that time – no sexual intentions whatsoever. But then life moved on and I switched my job to Delhi. In between, we had sporadic contacts on social media and all.One day while chatting on Whatsapp, she told me she was coming to Delhi on an official purpose. We planned to meet and naturally, we were.