‘Nor mine really. Sometimes, though, I like to see a girl with it deep in her throat but somehow that doesn’t seem like you.’ I kissed her then,... grateful that she understood. My dress fell away as she stood back, her hands on my shoulders. ‘Let’s go to bed?’ We did. I let my dress fall to the floor and, in stockings, knickers and heels followed her upstairs to a large room, dominated by a huge bed. I sat on the bed and watched her undress in front of me. I love undressing a lover but she seemed. I don’t have any intention of sex or anything with Swathi, but I started liking her closeness and presence. So I always encouraged our trips and tours so that it gives me opportunity to see her. Never tried to move closer to her, but I’m happy at least to see her with her glamorous dress. I’m fan of her dressing sense. I wonder how she selects such good dress every time. I use to anxiously wait for what kind of dress she will be wearing for that particular trip.She call me by my name “Vinod”, I. With his free hand he placed my ankles on his shoulders and pulled my ass up off the couch. He scooted his knees up under my hips and drove his cock even deeper. Under his hand I was begging him to stop. Tears flooding my eyes, pain ripping through my pussy he told me to hold on just a little bit and he would be done. He pinched my lips closed and told me not to yell. He placed a hand on each of my shoulders and pulled me harder to him. I could feel his cock deep in my belly. I sobbed loudly. "What?" Ok," I said again, licking my lips. "You can." I can what?"I shrugged, groping for words. "Both of you," I said. "You can share me."I said it as confidently as I could, wondering at the same time whether I would have preferred that they take me without asking my permission.Aaron laughed a real laugh then. It was a genuine, entertained, confident sound. I liked it, and I felt a fraction of the tension seep out of my shoulders. I hated him a little less.Jay remained seated, staring at me.