I took the blanket over our heads. I knew if the temperature got higher she would say something like "it is so hot in here" then i could say "take off... your shirt then". So i started my plane. It was so hot in there. We were sweating. Everything went as i expected and even bit higher. First she said "it is so hot in here. Then she took her shirt off. She was not wearing a bra. And she said "my pussy is boiling down there" and she took her short off. I could not see well. Becouse the light was. ” “I know. You said it because you wondered if it might help. It’s the kind of thing we are good at, isn’t it?” “I don’t think any man wants to imagine his wife being fucked by his best friend.” “Or even see it?” Mel asked quietly. Then I remembered. We had recently watched a video called One Flew Over the Cuckold’s Nest, and that was what she was getting at. A blonde being vigorously shafted while her husband wanked and took photographs. I felt I needed to squash this line of thought. “Not. Initially, I withdrew the idea but after some sweet argument with her, I had to surrender because after all, I had to make the arrangements for the function and I was in hard need of materials and suppliers.I then went on a ride behind her on the roads of Nainital. It was a sunny day. So she had already taken off her jacket. Now I was behind this beautiful girl of my age. She was wearing a sleeveless deep neck top with few buttons open and, to down her thighs were being popped out of the speed. “Yes, sir. But I . . .” I paused. “I don’t have any money.” “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it and it will be my pleasure.” “Sir, may I ask a question?” “Sure anything,” Mr. Keller answered while standing in front of me. He was no more than a foot in front of me. I was looking directly at the spot where his cock was and at the hem of his robe and then I looked up into his eyes. “Why are you doing this? Why don’t you just fire me or call the police or kick me out of your house.” .