"I used the calculator. 2,000 divided by 18 per week, divided by 52 weeks in a year, was 2.137 years. She took the calculator off me, and hit X, 2, =....Result, 4.274."Come on!", I protested. "Why double the problem? My figures were right, weren't they?"She grinned. "You forgot the asses, Jack. Two holes, two fucks. You can only cure nine women a week, not eighteen."I slapped my forehead with the heel of my hand in disgust. "That's two days in a row that I've been out-thunk by a woman. If this. She asked me whats the mater and then I I said shall we have a bet.This make her face glow like full moon.I first made a easy bet to guess and let her win she has got 100 rupees from me that is not at all a deal for me to loose anything a girl like soumya.Then I purposefully said you are not good at handling glass wears even and winning cheap bets.This made her angry and shouted at me stop talking like her mom. Then I said here is bet now.Then I asked her to stand and give a glass jar near by. “Jennifer, he’s here!” she called, then turned to Matt and said, “She’s just about ready.” A brief few minutes later, Jennifer emerged into view. She was wearing a blue dress, with a loose-skirt style that went down to her knees. The bodice was covered in sequins and was held around her neck in a halter style, leaving her shoulders bare. Her hair hung loose and free as usual, and from her ears hung a pair of dangle earrings, two-inch long strings of diamonds with a sapphire at the bottom. She. I tried to suppress my approval but a moan of approval slipped out of my mouth.I felt no need to be respectful or vague as I blurted out my yearning. “I want Devonte to fuck me because he satisfies me sexually.” My heart was throbbing in my chest as my hand stroked the length of his long meaty shaft and cupped his heavy balls.“Why does hubby not satisfy you?” He pulled his finger out of my pussy with a wet smacking sound and held his wet finger up for my husband to see.“He’s rather small, sir..