I don’t know how but due to some misunderstandings our relationship of casual friendship broke off and she was soon not even ready to look at me tal...king to me was a far issue. Whatever is the reason every night I made love to her in my dreams? Once while going home in the dispersal she was coming out and I was going in she turned her face away from me and when I turned back she was again going in the class due to crowd she was pressed hard against my chest her breasts were rubbed against mine. I must confess I love eyeing up all the women around about me. Casting my eye over their pretty faces, imagining the feel of their soft hair in my hands, the smell of their perfume as I move close to them. Then my eyes will wander down and absorb the curves of their breasts, glancing at that delicious cleavage, possibly even spying the nipples protruding through her top. Then my eyes move down to check out her ass and finally her crotch, imagining if she has a shaved pussy, or a thin pubic. . " Then why did you scream?"Of course I answered with the wise womanly wisdom I have displayed through out this narrative - namely none.Instead, words came out of my mouth, like someone else was saying them, but all true nonetheless; "I always shout when I have a super big cum." - wait my idiocy isn't finished yet! I say further, "and you gave me a REALY BIG CUM!!" I . . I gave you a really big cum? mm . . ah, was I there?"I knew I was in deep, was it too deep? "Yes and no." You can see. In reality that chance had passed when Thuy had taken off her underwear. Since then she had her third vodka, and now I was buying champagne, as Alex observed - to celebrate my wife’s sluttiness. Thuy and I had long ago agreed that there wasn’t going to be any secret signal to stop – as soon as we agreed to invited strangers to become our sex guests – there would be no second thought or change of mind. We had been dancing around the idea for a long time. For years I had been grooming Thuy to.