“So, Lilly,” Angie wanted to know, “was it as good as you hoped?”
“Oh! Indian porn Angie, it was as good as I’ve dreamt all week that it would be. Oh! “Phil! Take me home and fuck me again, please.”
In the taxi, going home, we kissed like two teenagers and groped each other through our clothes. “Hello, Angie. Now I understand why. So far Phil’s only ever cum in my arsehole. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, thank Sarah for making this happen.”
“When next I see her I’ll thank her. So far Phil’s only ever cum in my arsehole. He’s a wonderful man, and so much better in bed now than he used to be. Angie, it was as good as I’ve dreamt all week that it would be. We were all still naked although Sarah would be leaving soon for her regular week-end orgy and Angie was going out for the evening with Tom, Dick and Harriet. Thanks to a full moon, the scene through the glass wall of the restaurant across Sydney harbour was romantic. “Phil, Sarah told me that you were special.
