I turned the radio off, put the car in park and slouched in my seat. My head began to pound as I dejectedly watched heat waves rise from the tops of t...he cars in front of me. Reaching for my cell phone, I dialed my home number."Hello?" my boyfriend, Eric, answered.His voice made me smile. "Hi." Hey, baby! Where are you? I thought you'd be home by now." I'm stuck in traffic on the highway again." Ah, I'm sorry." I was trying to hurry home to you," I sniffled, as tears stung my eyes."Babe, don't. I’m a housewife after all.” I then roughly pulled her panty out and spread her legs wide and licked her pussy like a vampire tastes blood after ages.Sheila was screaming. I then fingered her and she was giving a backstroke with her hip on to my fingers. I understood she like my touches there. Her pussy was almost as tight as Savitha’s. Sheila was screaming, “Arjun, I can’t take it anymore, bastard. Take me. Take me now you son of a bitch.”I then opened her legs and made her thighs rest on my. Her bust size was around 34-D, though she had a wheatish complexion but her features were sharp and seductively attractive. I went to her desk and had a formal discussion and sorted out my work regarding the foreign exchange. During our conversation, we came to know that our ancestral families left in the same village and also that my family had indirect connections with her family. She took my address and phone number and wanted to meet my parents, after which she came to my place and met my. ’ Inanother minute she screamed, sighed and sank down ontothe bed with her eyes closed.Charles smiled at Peter. Again he took his cock into hismouth while dipping his other hand into a jar of creamand sliding it underneath his arse. His index fingerfound his arsehole and gently slipped in, moving itbackwards and forwards with exquisite pleasure. His arsetightened and he realised that he now had two fingers uphis arse. Charles slid his fingers out of his arse, slidhis mouth off.