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If it wasn’t for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could have been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom. Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the door deliberately, choosing Desh’s absence as the ideal opportunity. It all took two minutes but the effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for it but decided to wait until his sexy mother at least adjusted her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and exposed glory. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick kiss on her lips before he left. Two weeks had gone by since the wildest hour of my life. My wife’s best friend, Melissa—a blonde girl my height with a slim figure,piercing blue eyes, and a smile I’d fallen in love with—and I had seen each other several times over that period of time, but little had occurred between us in person, mostly because Natalie, my wife, was always around. I’d gotten a single blow job from Melissa when she and I had managed to get fifteen minutes alone, and I had given her pussy a nice rub during a movie when Natalie and Melissa’s husband, Steven, were sitting right next to us, thanks to a very large blanket that covered all four of us. How we’d not been caught during THAT escapade, I don’t know. Other than a few clandestine kisses and fondles, though, this was the limit of our physical contact up to that point. We HAD communicated nearly constantly on Facebook, however, and our relationship had deepened significantly. Thanks to our smartphones, we shared numerous photos and videos with each other, many of them without clothes, and we would video chat as often as possible… which Hardcore was basically whenever both Natalie and Steven weren’t around. Although these video chats were always in the nude, they weren’t always about sex. We’d laugh and talk about everything from videogames to cumshot work to even our spouses and people we found attractive. Our secret phrase, “I need to adjust things on the Sims 3,” though, would always let the other know that we were majorly horny and we’d masturbate in front of each other until we both came. Melissa and I had gotten into the habit of leaving our phones by our pillows each night in case a “Sims 3” text came through. Both of us were porn addicts, and we’d finally admitted that to each other—and ourselves—a few days before the events I’m about to tell. Already we’d shared thousands of pictures and dozens of videos with each other. We were both getting a good idea of what the other really liked when it came to watching sex. I was into more softcore stuff—women showing off their bodies, especially in public places. Age didn’t matter much to me, as long as the women weren’t too old, and I liked girls with long hair on their heads and little hair on their pussies. Breasts could be any size, really, as long as they weren’t too large, and the same went with overall body shape. I was simply a lover of female beauty. I also truly enjoyed watching lesbian scenes; the more naked girls the better. Melissa was much more interested in hardcore stuff, especially orgies. She was with me in loving exhibitionism. Her ideal man was a thin guy with a long penis; she said that for her it was actually the length, not the width that mattered. A chiseled face and abs amateur made her pussy flutter. Melissa could also appreciate the beauty of other women, so much so that she’d thought she was lesbian for a time. When I asked her if that meant she was bi-sexual she said she didn’t know but that she certainly wouldn’t mind finding out. I was sitting naked interracial on the couch, cross-legged, penis only partially hard, talking with Melissa via video chat. My blonde girlfriend was also naked, hair pulled back in a masturbation little ponytail, small breasts barely visible due to how close her computer was to her. We’d not been very horny when we’d gotten together, but it was tradition to be naked when we talked, so there we were. “When will Natalie be back?” Melissa asked, taking a bite of cereal. You’d think it would be strange to talk about each other’s spouses in such a nonchalant manner, but we’d gotten used to it. "Allison will feel safe as long as she has her panties on," I lied. My pussy clenched as I savored Hardcore this naughty moment. All I want is to punish that bitch. 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