Though her thoughts were growing darker by the moment, a dancing pink flame intruded, illuminating a consideration she’d overlooked. I could call Br...ian, she realized suddenly. In fact, I told him that I would. Maybe he could.. no, no, what am I thinking?! I’m not imposing on him. That’s.. that’s moving too fast with things, anyways. I’d be alone in his hotel room with him… Her face turned red, and she frowned, shaking her head. No no no no, not going there. Besides, I haven’t showered, what if. Tonight I want to be with you and want to enjoy this night like never before.” Without saying anything, Ranjit, took her hand in his hand and started kissing it. She kept moaning and groaning. She then removed his jacket and his t-shirt. His bare hairy chest aroused her immensely. She alwasy had a fetish for hairy chests and the lack of it on her husband was a turn off for her. His chest was muscular and sexy. She started to caress it an then lick his hairy chest. After a minute or two, Ranjit. I asked Irfan to leave, closed my door at his face, and cried for almost two days.I didn’t answer any call or message from anyone. Then Irfan came to my room on the third day. I was sitting in the corner of the room, I was having dark circles, dirty clothes, and all the things.He held me by my shoulders and I dropped unconsciously on him (I had no energy left in me). He took me to my bed and threw some water on my face. When I opened my eyes, my husband’s friend was standing there.He offered me. Stephen and Danny kneeled either side of her hips and furiously pumped their cocks as she looked from one to the other, flicking her eyes from their biceps and chests working furiously to Stephen’s clavicle, his head tipped slightly back, his eyes traveling from her clit up her stomach rising and falling rapidly with her breath, up to her lips parted, her tongue slightly behind her lower teeth as she squeaked, “Cum please cum please cum.”Danny started breathing deeper and grunting, “Oh shit oh.