This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul... has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here…Soon after my divorce, I had began to have some relations with some women friends of mine. Our relations were simply for enjoyment. No one was expecting anything more from our relationships. Things took a quick turn one summer. Oooh Stephie purrs Your restraining me but did I do something wrong with her eyes wide and concerned, No I tell her while adding a belt across her waist securing it tight. I tell her that she said she wanted to have her limits tested so this is how were are going to proceed but some removal is needed, unbuttoning her tightly fitting denim jeans pushing them to her ankles with her panties I lift her feet and remove the garment. Little shivers travel through her body as I tickle her legs. When they heard my foot step they were still uncertain and still continued. When I was at the hallway Dian stood up and Paul sprayed his load in the process and his cum were all over the floor and walls. Oddly I smiled in mixed angre and finding it funny. Diane begged to keep everything a secret to prevent family scandal. The 3 of us aggreed to keep our mouth shut. Paul went home. I was mad at my sister and she didn't even know why. That night I had a very intense sex with Dian. She asked if I. He continued to stroke that spot with his finger while his thumb massaged my clit. The combined effect of his massaging my “G” spot, my clit, and my breasts produced a major orgasm. The rest of the world seemed to disappear as all of my senses saturated. When it was over, I was amazed at how much of my pussy juice there was on his hand and on my thighs. We rested, shared the last beer and decided that masturbation had its place but we liked real sex better.That led to an unscheduled lesson. .