I could taste that last cigarette on my tongue.My arm feltheavy as I lifted my hand to my face. Everything was blurry, I figuredthis person must be ha...lf blind. I could see that my nails were painted.It almost felt like the skin on my arm was shimmering. It took a greateffort to get out of the bed, I looked down at my body, and saw the largeunshaven thighs appearing under my nightgown. I forced myself to themirror. The image was fuzzy but it didn't soften the blow. I was lookingback at a fat cow. Thanks for your awesome reply friends. That too from many girls. Kindly check my previous post for intro. Going to the story.That day after leaving her flat, I reached my flat and refreshed. I had breakfast and slept. Around 12 pm, I called Sadhana and said, “Be ready. I’ll come and pick you up for the office.” She said she is not coming to the office. I was happy to hear that.I went straight to her flat in half an hour, opened the door which was not locked, and went to her bedroom. She was. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard as my hands slid under the straps of her gown and slid them down her arms. She smoothly shrugged the straps the rest of the way off and took my hand and placed it on her breast. She pulled my mouth tightly to her breast as my other hand found the warm place between her legs. She spread her legs apart slightly to allow me entrance while she unzipped my pants. She reached one small hand inside to find my engorged cock. With a small sound of pleasure, she. I didn’t know what to do, but Lisa was my “ride-or-die” so I just said, “OK, Let’s do it.” My mind was running a million miles per hour. One thought was that we may go to freakin’ jail if this went wrong, and another thought was that Shelby was pretty damn hot, and my wife wants me to fuck her.Lisa said, “Let’s send him a message tonight.” She was ready to go.So we carefully worded a text message, “Hey John, it’s me again. This is where the story changes. Last time you were here, we.