She didn't say anything, but it looked like she nodded.I wagged my finger in her, back and forth, and she tried to squat. my finger held her up, thoug...h, and her head fell forward.She looked at my hand, between her legs. If I'd thought about it, I'd have realized she'd never seen a man's hand there. I also wasn't aware that her memories of me doing this to her earlier, in bed, were misty, and that this was feeling so much better."You're... going to... fuck me again... aren't you?" she. I looked into the trashcan to get a feel for how much more was left. It looked like about the size of large orange or small g****fruit. I opened my mouth and was about begin shoving in the paper when Julie raised her hand and stopped me. “What are you doing, you idiot, she asked?”I answered: “Ma’am, I am going to stuff the rest of this into my mouth and be done with it.”“And then how do you intend to breath, you genius?”She was right. I could not just shove the paper into my mouth. If I. She almost giggled at the thought and then suddenly remembered to moan loudly, with faux enthusiasm, as he continued to pummel her. She knew he liked that, her moaning, as he'd told her about his silent, unsatisfying sexual relations with his wife, or 'Ice Queen', as he'd referred to her. "Ouch, darling... Are you nearly finished? I can't take much more, Big Boy!" Was her usual refrain.Mattie had always been such a good damned hooker. Without even being smug about it, she always got requests. 15-20 min chalne ke bad usne car kheto ki taraf mod di mai boli kaha ja rahe ho wo bola yahi to party hai mere frnd ka farm house hai hum yahi masti karte hai, tayar ho jao hamari car ruki to maine dekha charo taraf farm ke bich chota sa cottage bana hua tha,bahar do aadmi chai par baithe the 1 table thi table par 1 bottle whisky khane ka saman pada tha ve dono whisky pee rahe the, hum uttare sameer ja kar chair par baith gaya mai khadi rahi sameer bola ye ajay(30 saal ka khubsurat mard) ye.