He moved her other hand between her legs and so that the tips of her fingers cradled this strange male’s miniature manhood. As I watched, it seemed ...that my wife’s fingers were continually moving like she was playing a piano. She was teasing that little guy as her fingers rolled his wienie from side to side. It was like she was urging him to grow bigger and come to her.Stewart placed one of the guy’s hands on Eve’s ass and the other one around the far side of her chest. From where I was sitting. Hello readers, I am Kanika from Ahmedabad. I am now working with a NGO in Delhi. Ye tab ki baat hai jab mere parents MBA karne, mujhe Athens(Greece) bheje the. Hostel mein main bahut masti karti thi including drunk parties, Halloween. And most importantly ‘Apokries’ jo Greece ka sabse bada festival/carnival hota hai.Mere batch mein main akeli Indian thi. Is wajah se sare European ladko ki nazar mujhpe rehti thi. Hala ki mera complexion fair hai lekin unlogo jaisa pale white nahi. Aur sach bole. The real thing. But now you'll see something."And indeed I did. Lani came onstage, dressed in a loose-fitting silk sarong, and began to dance. If I thought the other women were graceful, it was nothing compared to her. Her hands and arms and hips moved in sensuous patterns, telling a story in a language I could not understand, but I knew that it was a beautiful one. And through the sheer fabric, I glimpsed a body that was just starting to ripen. Her small breasts pressed against the fabric but. Both Jason and I were horny after four days without sex and since tomorrow was a Sunday, Hubby would be home and that meant a fifth day of no sex. My husband's boss was having a Christmas party that night. I dressed to impress like good arm-candy should. I laughed at jokes. I turned down barely concealed offers to have affairs with grace and I kissed every ass of those above my husband in the corporate hierarchy. I was everything my husband wanted from his dutiful wife.But that night, as I.