Main thodi der bad so gaya.Fir aarti oopar aai aur usne stair ka door look karke mare room me aa gai. Aur meri razai me ghus gai wo salwar kameej pehn...i thi. Wo aake mere kaan me boli ,hame aap ke sath sona hai. Main bola thhek hai aur usko panhi or kheech liya aur use ke upar ke pair dal diya aur use lip kiss karne laga.Maine feel kiya ki wo bra nahi pehni thi aur uske nukeele niple mere seene me chubh rahe the fir maine suke turte ke andar haat dala aur uaske boobs tabne laga aur wo kasmasane. " I know that too," Victoria smiled. "You can call me Vic." How come you know me?" asked Sarah."You're a lovely young woman. I find your look quite striking, thus I filed you away." Vic leaned to her side and extracted a portfolio from her large bag. Opening it revealed several photographs of women and men, all beautiful, and a thick notebook. She found a photograph of Sarah wearing a sheer peignoir looking just fucked."Why?' asked Sarah."Roland Barthes wrote an extraordinary essay about. “Just five cards, all facing up.” she added before I could speak. “It’s your call.” I said, nodding my head in the affirmative. She dealt the cards slowly, calling out each card as it was dealt. When it was all over, Carol had a pair of fours. I had a pair of tens. “You lose again.” I said, trying to remain calm. Carol was not a sore loser, and she did not hesitate. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. She sat across from me on the couch, her entire body exposed. So after a few more drinks and some looks from afar we approach this woman and I just say "Mrs Park" she turns and says "please call me Claire I'm not Mrs Park anymore" I reply " oh that's a shame" She says " not really sorry who are you? "I reply I'm Phil and this is James scotts old mates from school" She laughs and says " oh the perverts" James says "how'd you mean" she turns to her friend and says" these two couldn't keep their eyes off me and I'm sure that time I caught you in my bedroom.