I use to scold him if he doesn’t fuck me then he will never touch me and so on)(Well friends and readers what I loved about this mail and her story ...was this incident which really was exciting and thrilling. I never heard read such daring incident before.I have edited few lines and sentences of the said part so our readers can enjoy the same without hampering the main sequence at all -Smita)One day BIL told me that he wants to see me getting fucked by another stranger a total new one not related. Tabhi maine usse kaha ki agar wo chahe to hum log thodi der masti karte hai to usne kaha ki pahle main use apni patni banau kyoki usne niyam liya hai ki woh apne pati se hi yeh sab karegi to maine kaha ki thik hai table main emergency keliye mombatti rakhi hai or chaku se main apni unguli se khoon nikal ker uski mang bhar deta hoon usne kaha ki thik hai pehle sat phere lo or bad mein mang bharna usne agarbatti ko jala ker jamin per rakh diya main or swati nange hiAgarbati ke charo taraf sat. I thought she was going to say that she was married, or pregnant, or whatever. No, she had decided to leave New York for a couple of weeks to think. Could she stay with me for a week or two? “Sure, Christie, you just come on here. Do you have money for a ticket, or should I get you one?” Oh, she had no problem with money, just needed to get out of town, ‘wind down’ and re-think her directions she said.Once again I waited at the curb. I almost missed her. She came out in a white suit, white. Both of us were moaning on unison to express our primal instincts.She collapsed on top of me as soon as her climax slowly passed away. She rested her head on my chest to catch her breath. I ran my hands through her red hair.“You asleep?” I whispered.She raised her head just enough for me to see her half closed eyes and her angelic smile. She had already turned to an angel again.“Yes...” she whispered back, “Your chest is just too comfortable.”She nestled up to my chest. I softly kissed her.