Especially because I envisioned myself being used like that. I had a job in a factory, and we lived in a sort of ghetto apartment complex. Sherlyn was hot and a lot of guys looked at her, some of them right in front of me. Sometime she would tell me stories about men who had hit on her that day. She told me that in The Philippines it's not unusual for a married woman to have another man - a boyfriend. Outwardly I was outraged when I heard this! She said it like it was nothing! And a lot of the Pinay girls that Sherlyn knew were married to Caucasian men, but they also had Filipino boyfriends, too. The thought of Sherlyn with another man mallu began to get into my head. I'd get a fuckin hardon every time I'd think about it. I began to bring the subject up during sex. I actually began encouraging her to think about having another men. She had been telling me about this one guy Bhabhi at the Asian market, a Filipino guy named Leon, who kept hitting on her every time he saw her. I kept giving Sherlyn hints that she should be nice to Leon, even go out with Reshma him. Then I'd cum and put it out of my head - until I got horny again. So I shouldn't have been surprised when Sherlyn told indian me that she had accepted Leon's invitation to go out with him. In my sex minded state I agreed that she should date desi him. I was going crazy the night Sherlyn went on her date. To make it worse she didn't come home, she stayed out until almost noon the next day. When she got home I was so pissed off. I gave her hell, but then we went to bed and she told me everything - how they went clubbing and danced, how he took her home and she sucked his cock and they fucked all night, how hard his cock was, etc. She was always talking about how Filipino men are the hottest men in bed. Leon was married, but his telugu wife was an R.N. who worked nights, so he had Sherlyn running over there almost every night, leaving me home alone to jerk off. “Thanks Joe. Laura was sucking eagerly on Erica's tit now as she slid the dildo in and out of her wet cunt. “Wash my back, please?” she asked. “Maybe we can watch the movie again, just you and me, next week.” She was saying things in a new and more loving tone. Older fingers deftly unhook the lace bra. Mom turned around and telugu smiled up at me. “Things are going to be interesting at home. I texted with a smiley face. And she had her dentures out again, too. I rested my chin on her shoulder, loving how she squirmed her cute butt against my bulging girl-dick. Red Reshma bunched up, but realized that it didn’t hurt Bhabhi and that it almost felt pleasant. I never wanted to give this up. He still had no clear answer as mallu to whether he genuinely had this indian new fetish, or it was just a strange outburst, possibly desi caused by the little bit of Michael in his head. Please give it the thumbs up! An out of place thought crossed her mind. ” Tera teased again. “There are things I can confirm with your body. “No, not here, someone might catch us.” “Why the fuck did you record and share that video, you fucking asshole!” I shout at him.