I could still hear noise from the rest of the suburb, cars and busses on their way to the freeway or to the main road into the CBD. I wondered whether... anyone at work would miss me. I suppose that someone might, but there were so many other people there, and so it would maybe only be people in my own section that even noticed.Barbie stirred. Ken was still snuffling and grunting, I thought he might still be asleep.The family were gone, there being no more noises from inside the house. I got out. It was like she locked me in a place and didn’t want me to go anywhere. She moved more and more down the sofa while her legs started to bend. Her pussy lips were parting apart more and more.Her pussy hole was now completely visible, and it was pointing right at my face, or rather, my cock. I could even see her asshole right now! Was she inviting me to fuck her? My body moved by itself closer. But then she also started to back off.I understood the hint. She doesn’t want to go that far. I kept. Yeh chamde se chhipi rahti hai phir chamdi khol kar dikhaee aur bataya ki ise sahlane se ladki ko wohi maza milta hai jo tum ladkon ko mutth maarne se milta hai. Ise choosne se ladki ko vohi maza milta hai jo ladkon ko lund chuswane mein milta hai. Iske neeche yeh chhed hai isse ladki peshaab karti hai. Iske neeche jo bada chhed hai ise hi bur kahte hain koi koi ise choot bhi kahta hai. Isi mein lund daal kar ladka ladki ko chodta hai ya ladki lund dalwa kar chudwati hai. Iske neeche jo chhed. It was lovely, and so was she. Of course, this had been the first face to face meeting for my wife and Clara, and it had gone well. Quite well. Clara was still lovely with her straight coal back hair, and her actual personality was true to what I remembered. I still adored her, and hoped she had retained her feelings for me. I wanted this friendship to last until I died. After a long day my wife was tired and she didn't want to go out to eat at Clara's suggested restaurant, the Chart House.