It was one of those crazy Summer Days in London, wet, cloudy, gloomy with a cold wind blowing all day. The kind of weather that makes people do strange things.
And if you were to see Lisa, lying naked, heaving, moaning, writhing, tits bouncing from the cock that was slamming into her cunt ... her grunting muffled because of the dildo in her mouth on which Kalie's ass was sliding up and down, you would tend to agree with the saying.
To think that it all started less than three hours ago, over some exquisite Sauvignon Blanc and crab cakes.
Kalie was Lisa's closest friend from work. They both worked in a leading advertising agency in London. They were meeting up on a warm Friday evening for some 'catch up'.
"So, how's the new guy you are dating? When do I get to meet him", Lisa asked.
"Oh he is unlike anything I have met before. He is so different. It's amazing." Kalie gushed.
"Really? He is from India isn't he? So what's he like, a guru or something. He does have a strange name." Lisa said laughing.
"Prince. Yeah, it is a bit of a 1980s name you know". They both laughed.
"But he is not a guru or something. He is a fashion photographer. I met him during an ad shoot. Him, in his colorful clothes, and strange mannerisms. They talk a lot with their hands, you know, these Indians." Kalie laughed.
"So do you like him? Is it going somewhere?"
"I think so Lisa. He is smart and is doing really well. We have the same interests and he is so talented. He makes me laugh, cares for me like I am his baby.... I think I love him."
"That's fantastic. I am so happy for you Kalie. This calls for a celebration."
The evening continued. The Sauvignon Blanc flowed. The girls were having a party. The conversation turned more intimate.
"So how are things with you and Charlie? Are things getting better?" Kalie asked Lisa.
Lisa snorted and smiled cynically, "Its getting worse. We sit in one room and have nothing to talk about anymore. Its like we just drained ourselves off anything to talk about."
