. or anyone for that matter.”Tom smoothed the Bentley into the car park of The Greswolde Hotel. “We are both referring to the actress, aren’t we...?”“You know perfectly well that we are. Her arrival at the hospital was on the evening news last night.”He parked and swivelled sideways so he all but faced me. “I am interested. Very!”I shrugged.“You want a drink, Dad?”“Brandy?”He smiled at me, which was a rarity. “Yes,” he offered.He knew my weakness is cognac, more so since my idiot doctor banned. ..........***************************************************Michelle heard the door knock, just before 10am her heart was in her mouth with nerves – he had come! In her mind, she knew he would – just as he knew she would be there.She opened the door, and smiled “Hello Mr Smith, do come in” - his pictures had depicted him so well, tall, dark, broad - almost Mediterranean looking. Adam smiled back - “Hello Mrs Smith” his eyes danced over her body, wrapped in Ivory silk.The room smelt lovely, her. ??Good Jim,? she said, ?you do have some problems that we need to work on, but we need you to rephrase the last one. According to the info I have from Claudia, which she directly received from your wife, you don’t just play with yourself sometimes. It says here you are a compulsive masturbator, isn’t that true Jim?? Jim could feel his wife’s steely grin, as he said ?yes.? ?Yes what?? the girl replied rather sternly. ?Yes??.ma’am? he said. ?Good Jim,? she smiled triumphantly. ?Now, I want. They both were so involved in the world of lust that they didn’t realize I was watching them.Arpita was moving her tongue on bhabhi’s pink juicy pussy. Her one finger was moving in and out of her pussy. Bhabhi was enjoying the whole act with her closed eyes. She was moaning quite loud and her hands were playing with her own boobs. She was kneading them pinching her nipples.From where I was standing, I could see Arpita’s bald pussy. She was leaking juices too that is when bhabhi started to.