I will tell you guys about her in my upcoming stories.Back home, I was massaging my balls thinking about Beena. Aaah! The balls were moving on its own..., working on the next batch of cum.I saw my phone which reminded me of Beena asking me to call her.I quickly got up and dialed her number. She took the call immediately as if she was waiting for my call.Me: Good evening, ma’am.Beena: Evening da. I wanted to ask for your confirmation about conducting special classes at my home. You seem to not. Other handsfondled and pinched.There was nothing to see, but my eyes widened nonetheless as a cockentered. It was not his-the one I was used to. I licked deeper and with moreurgency, drinking in the other woman's flowing juices. My hips thrust upwards;my pussy sucked the strange new cock in more. The inner thighs on eitherside of my head closed, squeezing me. My tongue furiously worked. I feltthe woman cum just as the stranger fucking me came. Glimpses of the club'sflashing lights sparkled. The. He was named Thomas. Thomas was a 45-year-old man, worked at customer relations near my house, so I go and ask him “Can I come over to your house for some fun ?”. He senses it and asks me to come at 9 amI was very excited and go knock his door, he says “Come in, make yourself at home”I told him I was horny and I wanted to give him a blowjob. He asks me to strip and come to the other room. I asked about his wife and he said. She was out and she wouldn’t mind. She was well aware that Thomas were. It wasn't just the big breasts, it was the fabulous sexy clothes. And there was something more. There was a sparkle in her eyes, a look on her face, that was new!She sat down on the bed and poured a third glass of wine. She was shaking with emotion. In reality she was totally overwhelmed by all the things that were happening to her, and under the influence of that third glass of wine she was starting to unravel. She sat on the edge of her bed and poured out her concerns to the listening device.