About an hour after I got home my phone buzzed. I rushed to grab it, YES it was Brent! “How’s my slut doing?” was his message. “Good I guess�...� I replied. I was wet and hornier than hell but wasn’t going to tell him that. “How was work? Did you think about last night at all?” Brent questioned. “work was good, really hard to concentrate at time tho when I was thinking about last night” I said. “good, now put it back in NOW” he demanded. “but its only 7pm? This early?” I questioned. “yes now! And. Agar koi sundar ladki ya lady from Mumbai/Navi Mumbai want to have secrete relationship/sex /sex chat mail me at satisfaction guaranteed and secrecy more guaranteed.Ye kuch hi din pehale mere sath ghati meri real life story hai jo mere aur meri office colleague Nisha (name changed) ke bich ghati hai. Dosto ye true story hone ke vajah se thody lengthy hai lekin mai assure karta hu ki aapko read karne me maja aayega. Mai apna mba finish karne ke bad ek acche company me ek acche post pe join huva. He shouted back over his shoulder ‘oh – while I’m gone – we’re not much for formalities here, as you can see – if you want, get more comfortable’ – Mike had succeeded in taming his thoughts enough to keep his erection down – for now – so he stood up and shucked his briefs to the floor, stepped out of them, and just left them there – the cool chair cushion felt really good on his bare ass, and his ball sac was hanging low enough where it just touched the cushion – feels good, he thought – really. Thank you for making me cum, too. Frank doesn’t, after he cums I usually have to…well, you know.’ I did and, somehow, I felt sorry for Janet. Frank was a bigger asshole than I even dreamed. I pulled out of her and off her back, allowing her to roll onto her back. She reached up to hold my face, pulling me down for a long sensual kiss. Once again she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Had I met Janet before I was married I would have definitely been interested. Unfortunately, I didn’t. I broke the.