Slouched on the sofa, feet up, the television on some nameless sitcom, I sipped beer and thought about the day.It hadn’t gone quite as planned. Rory... seemed to be having fun but, at some point in the afternoon, she wasn’t. Despite her laughs and smiles, I knew her too well. I could tell something was bothering her. Was it Peter? He’d been focused on her and obviously attracted to her. Yet Rory hadn’t responded in more than her usual polite way.Maybe it was something else. She’d been unusually. I could hear the slurpingand sucking noises as they mouthed, licked, and otherwiseteased her reddening nipples.The huge man between her legs had moved forward and wasnow wiping the purple tip of his swelling cock throughher sparse dark pubic hair and then up and down againsther vaginal lips, forcing the pink folds to poutoutwards. He chuckled as a dab of precum from hiserection stuck to her clit and made a string-bond betweenthem. He grabbed each of my wife’s knees and raised herlegs. Unseen by Andy; Brenda was upstairs looking at him through the closed curtains. She pointed the remote and pressed the button; as the pain struck him he coughed and held his groin. Brenda’s mother walked over to where he was hiding saying ?Andy what are you doing out here, and why are you dressed like that? Come on, you had better come in, or you will catch you death of cold. As she took hold of his arm, she added, Brenda told me how you liked cross dressing; but you really should. Nikki – no NO, thora roko , I am also thereArun came first but Nikki did not stop and came with him wriggling under her in pleasure with force. The bed had moved a good feet off where they had started. The mattress was all wet and half of it off the bed. Picture of Vishal and Nikki had fallen from the wall and both side tables were toppled. They lay next to each other panting heavily.Her phone rang. It was Vishal. She asked Arun to sushhh .. and put the phone on speakerVishal – how is my.