I carried it to my dinning table and stepped back and admired it.Turning around I also admired Peter. I swear, he was even more broad-shouldered than ...I remembered. Gray slacks, with a open collared white shirt and a sport jacket. I remembered how he used to always wear a tightly knotted tie pulled exactly into the center of his collar. I definitely liked the open shirt better. It went well with the warm smile on his face."Thank you, Peter. Wow, you look so good tonight." You're welcome, Sherry.. He came out slowly and I called him so that he can find me. As soon as he came he grabbed my wrists firmly and lifted my hands above my head. I was panting nervously due to which my boobs were bouncing up and down. I was standing in very awkward position as my pallu was on the ground exposing my naked waist. He pressed his knee on my pussy and said “y did you ran slut… Didn’t I told you that you are mine for the night” he was rubbing my pussy with his knees and I was very scared as it was a. He probed my ass with his oily fingers, then he pushed his now 10" cock head at my hole. He gently pushed against my willing man cunt, and his cock just popped in. I gasped with pleasure as he slowly entered me. Two strokes, and he pushed all the way in. I pushed back on him as he fucked me, and asked him how it felt. "Tight and hot," he replied as he gave me what I wanted. He must have enjoyed it, because he started to cum, and clamped down on his cock to be sure I got it all. I told him to. I didn’t mean to ignore you, bud. What were you saying?” I asked him.“Well, first, I was reminding you that it’s Martin’s birthday this coming weekend. I wanted to make sure that you didn’t forget, you know ... about his secret party plans and all. You and Amber are still going to go, right?” his voice went down a few notches like it always did when he was in conspiracy mode.“Yeah, man, we’re still coming. We wouldn’t dream of missing it. I can’t wait to crush some cans.” (Crush some cans was.