Then she backed up, planted her ass onto my face, and giggled, before turning around and facing me. She slid herself down my body, and impaled herself... on my cock again. Then she leaned forward, and fed her breast and engorged nipple into my mouth. To this day, I can’t listen to jazz music without thinking of her nipple in my mouth, and her hot, wet pussy gripping my dick. I still don’t understand jazz. But I appreciate it – a lot. . I didn't want to feel like a stalker so I waited a while before going in. When I got to the booths they were gone. Well I soon heard them fucking in one and as I walked by the door flew open and he had her on a chair with her head by the screen and her legs pushing against the door. They jumped up and I shut the door for them. When they came out I was standing guard to make sure the creepy old guys didn't try anything. I asked them if they would like to join me in a booth and to my surprise. Gina kicked at his face, her heel finding its mark in the meat of his neck. This was a mistake, though she didn’t realize it until later after some much needed reflection. With the first blow from her heel, his torso launched over the top of her leg as his body twisted. A moment later he was a hulking mass hunched above her. All shoulders and eyes, his face splotched red from exertion. Thin veins spiderwebbed his temple and his breaths came in ragged bursts. Was she surprised? You bet. Was she. .? tell me..Bhabs : no not any problem.. Tell me why u were not replying and answering..Me : actually i was in a meeting with clients and forgot to check back mobile or remove it from silent mode.. Sorry..Bhabs : no need of sorry. I was worried for you that what happened why u not replying .. R u fine or not..Me : oh oh.. My sweet bhabs is worried about her devar.. Wow… what effect one kiss is having on you..Bhabs : shut up bhaiya.. always masti is also not good.. Nothing to do with kiss i.