" I looked over at her frustrated, jealous husbandand he was smiling gleefully. He'd love getting back at me for all the attentionsI'd received from h...is wife in the last few months. All the friendship he and I had, all the confidences, the fishing trips we'dbeen on and the ball games we'd gone to when Goddess allowed it, all that bonding meantnothing in the battle for Marguerite's attentions. She saw what I was thinking,and as she stroked my cock harder, toying with one of the more purplish. She smiledShe waited in her berth and thought.It was the first time she was visiting her daughter Neema (21) and Rahul (25). they got married last year after lots of heated discussions in the family as it was a love marriage and Rahul was from Delhi.Initially she was a bit sceptical on Neema’s choice because of the differences in culture. Luckily Rahul did not have many relatives and all of them were still in Delhi itself. Rahul’s father had died and his mother lived with his elder sister.So. I had been surfingaround these for about an hour, downloading as many images and stories as Icould find. The images were making me REALLY horny and I started to playwith myself.I'd never had any problem achieving an orgasm - for me that has never been aproblem - and I was on about my third, when the Lotus Notes new mail windowcame up. Just as I was about to click to open the mail, the phone rang. Ilooked over at the clock as I was about to answer the phone and with asmile, picked it up and. Hmm, this wasn't right. Her hair wasn't like this before, she let it straight down. Could I be wrong? I felt a nudge on my shoulder, "Snap out of it, Karen. That's the game. Let's do the final cheer." I looked up and saw Nikki, one of the friendliest cheerleaders I knew. I just looked at her, dumbfounded, as she got up and waved for me to get up and follow. But I didn't, instead I just sat there in awe as the other girls did a cheer. I slowly looked down at my body. I was wearing a.