"Karen, I appreciate your concern, but really it's not like that. We're hardly even dating seriously, really. It's just a casual thing. He's like a fr...iend with benefits, or whatever. That's all. I made a mistake. I'm sorry."Karen shifted back to friend mode. "It's just that I worry about you. I know the divorce was hard, and I don’t want to see you get hurt." Ha! Are you kidding? My divorce was the best thing that ever happened to me. Not all of us are made for marriage. We can't all have what. "Why don't you try – I will let you know afterwards."Woo-hoo! I stopped walking and turned towards Pamela, who did the same. I gently took her head, inclined my own to the right and kissed her. This was definitely Kazallu experience, because Martin had never kissed a girl like this.After a couple of seconds of kisses, I stopped thinking of anything but Pamela's lips, her neck and face, and eventually, her tongue. It was she who finally pulled back. Both of us were breathing heavily. Her face. Wow. Being someone my size I would never have imagined how big a man’s penis could be. It had to be more than twice the size of my Indian dick! How did that even fit into my wife’s tiny pussy?!Swati’s now sitting at the end of the conference table, now I could clearly see she was completely naked. Her tight round ass pressing against the cold hard wooden table. She leaned backwards at an angle, her arms supporting her petite body, her legs now spread.“Oh please don’t stop Rangan. Fuck me! I’m. Somehow every body managed to get on and then the tannoy boomed the train would make an additional stop at London Bridge,the station half a mile away and not normally a scheduled halt.When the train drew out I became of a girl positioned opposite also leaning.London Bridge,my god hordes of people,and they all attempted to embark.The squash inside the train increased and I was pushed closer and closer to the girl.She was about 23 24 tall slim and wearing an unusual cottn dress hanging in folds.