Fir aakhir Sunday aaya. Jis din ka hum dono besabri se intezaar tha, maine ghr se gaadi uthaayi aur dwarka mein dost k flat ki chaabi pehle hi le li t...hi aur use bola ki metro station k neeche aa jaye. Woh kya khoobsooat lag rhi thi. Red top aur light blue jeans ohhhohoho…..Baal bi straight thay ek dum uske chamkate hue….Aaankhein bhi nasheele….Mein toh dkhte hi shock ho gya….Pari lag rhi thi woh ek dum.Maine use hug kiya aur gaadi ka gate khol dia uske liye (i am a gentleman fir :p ). Woh bhi. “I’ll say. What have you been feeding him on Sandra, raw meat? Just look at those muscles. Has he got a big cock?” she inquired. “Get him in the Limo and find out.” Sandra walked to the car and opened the door. “You can have him after me,” said the other woman. She was called Betty, and was the wife of a millionaire, Sandra was in partnership with in London. What they did for a living, did not stand up to close scrutiny, but Betty was hell bent on spending the money. Together they all. ." She doubled over and grunted, her orgasm wracking her body, her tits shaking and the chain rattling."What the fuck? Did you see that whore?" the men started chattering. "Yeah, I want some of that."One by one, they took their turns at my wife's mouth, using her lips and tongue to get their cocks stiff, then circling around to finish her up the ass. She slurped and sucked like a pro, her fingers stroking their balls lightly while her ass bucked back and forth against whichever of them was. Intellectually, I knew she must have pubic hair. But, actually seeing it hit me hard. Every man has his sexual kinks - parts of the female anatomy that arouse more than others - and mine was pubic hair. I loved pubes on a female more than shaved pussies. And, before I wrenched my eyes away from Rory’s crotch, my mind’s eye tried to complete the picture of what her bikini hid from view.Guilt rushed into me as fast as arousal, blood flowing south.“So you agree?” she asked.“Uh-huh,” I responded,.