I asked if Sakshi has reached, she said no, and we entered the bedroom, and Sakshi was already there, and they laughed at me. I kissed Sakshi, and sat... on the bed. She was wearing a tight jeans and a cream top. Sexy as usual. Swati and I decided we will have a Fuck session with with sakshi and that would be her birthday gift.Swati and I decided we will strip Sakshi 1st. She stood up, Swati in front of her, and I behind her. Swati pulled her top, and there she was in a nice satin half cup. Swati. She never forgot anything. Ever. Just like she would never forget how she screeched at him when he came back. While waving a nearly empty bottle of HIS 25-year-old Macallan scotch with one hand and gesturing a lit cigarette with the other she’d shrieked, ‘GET OUT! Get ALL your SHIT and LEAVE! Ask your new WHORE about your missing SHIT because I DON’T FUCKING HAVE IT!’ Then the burning of her throat as she tilted the bottle back and emptied it with one last deep swig and took another drag off. His face is beet red again. Is it embarrassment or from holding his breath before ejaculation? Whatever, he says, "You won't tell anyone about this will you? I could get fired."I chuckle and say, "Hell no. As you know, I'm married. I also count on your discretion." "Thanks." He puts his cock and balls back inside his pants and zips up. He re-buttons his lab coat. He pulls out a surgical glove from the box behind him and gathers up the cum-soaked tissue and puts the tissue inside. He takes. Inhaling her scent and kissing her pubes almost as a lover would. Was she breaking through his gruff crust she wondered? He stood, his tool stiff under the overhang of his belly, taking her hand, leading her gently into her room. She lay on her bed, thoughtfully covered this time with a towel, without more adoo he was between her legs, spiting at her fanny, his unwashed body laying on hers, his tool sliding into her now spittle lubricated body regardless of her needs, or comfort. He began his.