Kuchh bhi hosakta hai.Fufa ji-tum kya chahti ho batao to.Mai-training ke bad placement me kafi kharcha hota hai, kya pata mujhe kahi aur rehna pade. T...ab kya hoga. To ap meri madad karenge na.Fufa ji-bas itni si bat ! Mai tumhari hamesha madad karunga. Tum bas meri bat man lo.Mai-to ek scooty khareed do aj. Mujhe bas me jane ane me kafi muskil hoti hai.Fufa ji-theek hai promise, aj hi sham ko tumhe ladunga.Ye sunkar mujhe kafi rahat mili. Mujhe dar tha kahi fufa ji mere demands sunkar bhag na. ‘How’re ya doin’, Dan?’ ‘I’m fine, Josie. How’re you?’ ‘Doing just fine, Danny boy, just fine. Ya want coffee?’ ‘Thanks.’ ‘Have a seat in th’ usual place and Bren’ll set ya up.’ Dan looked around the diner, and found only two other customers, a couple on vacation sitting at the far side of the restaurant, completely involved with one another. Brenda came out in her clean uniform, a big smile on her face and a cup of coffee in her hand. ‘You want a menu, Dan?’ ‘Nope.’ ‘The usual?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘I’ll. I practiced my most alluring looks in the mirror, took a deep breath to gain my composure then strutted toward the family room. By the time I got to the den, I was so excited I began to quiver. My head was spinning, my nipples were so erect they hurt and my vagina had already started to moisten. Doug was already into the games on the television, flipping channels with the remote. My giddiness quickly subsided, however. He hadn't even noticed the grand entrance I worked so hard at! Gathering. He heard her catch her breath a little. More tension building up. He began kissing from inside her knees, slowly to her thighs. Closer to his goal. He breather over her pussy. Purposely letting her feel his breath over her. Making her want it more and more.Then her went back up to her breasts. He licked a finger and traced a wet line around her nipples. Watching as they looked ready to pinch. But instead of sucking them, he reached over to a glass. He rubbed the very tip of her nipple and back.