“See? Still here!”“You have way more spices than I thought,” Laura said, holding the container of crushed red pepper in one hand while she pee...red up into the spice cabinet.“We have way more spices than you thought,” Alaina corrected, continuing to smile. She adjusted the hood on her favorite hoodie to be less bunched up.“We do,” Laura said, her voice slightly awed. She reached up and put the crushed red pepper on the empty top shelf.“Don’t put anything up there, I can’t reach it.”“You don’t. " I removed all my clothes and sat back down to watch. I was getting excited watching. Henry's hands moved to my wife's breast and began squeezing them really hard. She was enjoying it too.Pat said, "Pinch her nipples hard. She loves that." Henry obliged. Kathy moaned as her cunt dripped excitement down her legs. Her hand found Henry's enlarging member as she began to coax it to full hardness. I was impressed with his size and girth. My cock was minuscule in comparison. It didn't help that Pat. ’ ‘Then why don’t you tell her who you met in the west stairwell.’ Jean-Claude’s face went white and he turned to Chantal, watching the tears fill her eyes. ‘I didn’t meet anyone. I was here to see her.’ ‘He met me, Chantal.’ Katie spoke up, her eyes downcast. ‘I sucked him off in the stairwell. We usually meet downstairs, near the janitor’s office because he likes to do it in the big closet but he was running late that day.’ She paused. ‘And he’d already fucked someone else because I could. With bangles on her arms, necklace around her neck dangling teasingly between her big boobs, ear rings and lots more. My English friends were awe struck to see such beauty. They all greeted her with a formal kiss on her cheeks but she made sure that her breasts were firmly pressed against them when they held her. She served dinner like a good Indian wife and whilst serving touched their arm or thigh. Even brushed her boobs against them. She wouldn’t let them spread the napkins but did it.