“Jasmine is almost as beautiful as my lovely bride,” he said, looking sideways at Julie, quite obviously at her breasts.“Jasmine has always made... me look like a hag,” complained Julie, but she smiled.“Well she has interesting rules,” said Brad. He had fifty crisp hundred dollar bills in the inside pocket of his new suit. Ten of them were for Jasmine. The rest were for contingencies. You never knew for sure what an evening would entail when you were with a girl like Julie and her former peers.“I. I licked my lips trying not to look to obvious. 'Oh My God!!, I have my face at her cunt. I can smell her woman scent.'I raised my head a bit, glancing up to see her expression. My lips gently brushing against her zippered paradise. I swallowed hard. I was right where I wanted to be. But did she want me there? What was my husband thinking? What was her husband thinking? I didn't care. I eased my hands to her tight buttocks. Kneading them gently as I moved. I heard a faint growl come from her. She had put her hand around my shoulder and done this her boobs were pressing on my face and her sari had moved off to show a semi transparent blouse and lacy bra through it and sweet smell wafted from her armpits. Well I was not reading the letters I was reading the small bulgy stomach and navel the hairless sweet smelling armpit. The big shapely boobs and sexy blouse and bra. The soft hairs in the lower belly. I just lifted my left arm and grabbed her boobs. Well that was it. She just turned. Curious about the noise coming from upstairs she sat still and listened. Realizing there was a rhythm to the noise she knew that her upstairs neighbors must be having sex. Because Kelly was a virgin didn’t mean that she was ignorant to the act of sex. She would sit back and listen to her friends tell their stories and get excited. She would rush home and run to her room and imagine the stories she had heard and rub her clit slowly so she wouldn’t cum too fast. Kelly decided she was going to.