"Hi any chance of your phone number?" I asked the secretary as I passed by."Sure," she whispered back, and she handed me a slip of paper she must have... prepare earlier the slut."I'll ring you," I said and I strolled out.First things first and trip out to my sister's stables to see how my investment was getting on."Isn't he just beautiful," she sighed looking at her yearling colt.Well he had four legs, a head and a tail and something hanging between his legs so I was happy if she was."I want to. .She threw down the red pen, shuffled some papers to the side, and then stared at me with her big brown eyes.I tried to hold her gaze but suddenly my stiff prick raised itself further and I almost moaned as my enlarged member writhed inside my pants."Look at me Mori!" Miss Cashmore hadn't really raised her voice but the tone was more precise and more demanding than her usual gentle voice."I know the whole time I lectured about crime and criminal gangs using runners, you were not paying. Mmmyyyy goosshhh …. Ssssunnnnyy …. Ye yee tumhara he hai ? Itna bara .. Ohhhh hoooo ….Phir apna ak haath ko meray lund per rahkti I mean apni gori patli fingers say touch karti to kabhi chhor dayti . Or phir didi ne lund ko apnay haath main jab pakra to boli ….Uuuuffff …..Tooobaaa … Itna motta hai tera … Itna lumbaa hai tera …Ye to bhhuat heavy hai ..Didi ne es baar apnay dono haatho main mera lund pakar liya tha or dono haatho say mera lund ko masal rahi thi ..Edhar mera lund hard hota geya. If she were near his age he would offer his number or ask for her’s… something. What was the difference now? She was nearly twenty years older but what did that matter? Finally, he settled on something that wasn’t too aggressive.“Can I walk you to your car?”She smiled, that same warm look he’d grown familiar with over the past few hours. Twenty, forty, sixty years old, she was stunning and he was excited by the fact he had just asked her that.“Sure, Darren, why not?”She stuck out her elbow and.