I'll eat you and make you cum.”“Yes!” hissed Zoey in my ear. “Make her eat your butt-hole. Ooh, Yunie, your brother's cock is slamming into my... cunt. He loves this.”“Fucking hot,” growled Clint. “You're perfect, Zoey. You and Mom are doing amazing.”I released the MILF's nipple. I rolled over on my stomach beneath her, my boobs pressed into the bed like I was about to get a massage. I pulled a pillow down, resting my cheek on it. Then I wiggled my hips.I groaned as Mrs. Armstrong nuzzled on my. There were four waiters plus the head waiter, all enjoying a drink with us. The conversation was becoming dirtier by the second and I was becoming very aroused. One of the waiters said that he had enjoyed the show and would it be possible to see some more?I knew where this was going and hoped my wife was up for it. She looked over at me and I nodded that it was ok. She sat on the edge of the sofa and spread her wet sopping fanny for all to see and played with herself. The head waiter then. Now I was getting ready for going out so I was dressed in a tight salwar and brassiere. I was about to put my slip and Kurta on when the door bell rang. I knew it would be my maid Rajani so I just draped a towel around my shoulders and ansered the door. Imagine my surprise when I saw her husband Raju standing there instead. Raju took a moment to take in my tummy peeking out of the towel and the brassiere straps and gaped at me. I hurriedly inched the door close and asked him” kya hain. And, as matrimonial sites point out, it starts early. Courtships in arranged marriages these days find city girls asking some tough questions to their would-bes, as reported by a 2009 partner preference study by Bharat Matrimony: from "how close do you want to live to your parents?" to "do you expect me to stop working once we have c***dren?" And, of course, the inevitable: "What's your idea of spending alone time?" "Compatibility is emerging as the primary evaluation criteria," says Murugavel.