She didn’t hear him, she didn’t see him. She was easy prey. Five steps away from her, he took another look around, his grin breaking across his fa...ce, the smile like that of a jackal that scents a carcass left from some other predator. No cars, no people, a sweet little brunette walking late at night, not a care in the world. Four steps and he pulled out his gloves, slipping his hands into the warmth of black leather, smooth, fine grained. They left no marks upon either people or items. It was. As she feared if it goes viral she would destroy her husband’s image.. But the urge was too strong.. She decided to take help of social media..The next day.. She made an id on a networking site and started making friends. She didnt uploaded her pic to keep it unknown from her husband.. In a short span of some days, she had made quite some friends.. One of them was this guy aged 25, wheatish complexion.. Well built gym physique.. And a personality that could catch attention of any woman.. Seema. ’ I answered quickly. His hand reached over and he squeezed my thigh. ‘Good, one way or another we’ll make it an evening to remember.’ was all he said but I felt sure I knew exactly what thoughts were going on behind his words. We shared the shower that evening and even though the recess was small and gave us little room to move, we managed a lot of intimate fondling as we helped each other to wash away the sand and salt our bodies had accumulated during the day. I put on the same little. After a little rubbing and positioning Sora sank onto me and I felt the delicious tightness of her pussy surrounding my cock. I hadn't even looked at her yet, I was so caught in Rhonda's eyes. Rhonda glanced up and my eyes followed hers to Sora's face and athletic body rising and falling on my cock. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed as she brought both of us pleasure in her ride. My eyes came back to Rhonda's.She just looked at me. Stared into my soul as I lost myself in her.