Raman’s chest was pounding with excitement as Rahul slowly began stroking her legs as Raman had done. When his hand was a couple of inches away from... her panties he looked up at Raman. With a pounding heart Raman nodded for him to go ahead. He watched, his heart in his throat, as Rahul’s hand reached Anita’s panties and lightly stroked her well shaped pussy through them. She then responded to his touch! Here was the same pussy that was under that lovely wedding-day saree on their wedding day. When Anil was away on official tours out of town, many times Anita called me up on phone to ask me to fix up something or the other in her house. I was good at fixing up mechanical and electrical appliances and knew a little bit about electrical circuitry. Once a fan broke down, some other time there was TV problem etc. Anil had asked her that she could call me to the house to fix these things only late in the evening; say at about 8 to 9 pm. He felt that during the day I had to attend the. He made my tongue dance with his and exchange of saliva. He said,” it’s known as French kissing. Like it?” I was in a hurry to go ahead to the next level. I was nibbling his ear, smooching over his chin, neck and the flat chest with the two prominent big blob-like nipples, raised, and merging with his skin color. I pulled his left while licking and slowly sucking his right nipple. I found it very strange and bit unnatural, but sucked on it hard, reminded of the ecstatic pleasure I experienced.. Satisfied looking back to our first meeting. In the meantime I wonder if he will use my invitation. As a freelancer I usually work at home. My laptop is all I need. I'm busy when I get a message after a week. An unknown number. "I need to talk, Lamine," I read. I write back to him that I am home, that he knows where I live. I am adding my house number. Half an hour later the doorbell rings. He calls his name through the intercom. 'Third floor,' I answer briefly. When I open the front door, I.