Bade khush lag rhe haiPopat: subah subah aap jaisi pari ke darshan ho gaye aur kya achi cheez chahiyeRoshan: kya mai sundar dikh rhi hoon? Par kya kar...u roshan to aaj kal meri sundarta par dhyaan hi nhi de rha wo to bus kaam mai busy haiPopat: (roshan ke pair pe hath se sehla kar) koi baat nhi mai dekh leta hoon aapki sundarta( haskar aankh marta hai)Roshan: kya keh rhe aap kya karne kaa irada hai aapka?Popat: vo to aap achi tarah se jante hai roshan darlingPopat roshan ke lips par kiss karta. She said in the sweetest, sexiest soft voice: “Want to come in and have some coffee?” She didn‘t wait for a ‘YES‘ and grabbed and pulled my hand, pushed the button to close the garage door, then I floated into the house somehow. She brought in the coffee and sat close to me. Her right leg up on the couch, bent at the knee, with that short skirt, I could see pink panties, covering a dark bush. I wanted her to make the first move, since I love anticipation. I held her left hand and moved in. He shoved himself against me, and I couldn't help but grind against him. He took out his cock, and whacked it against my pussy. Each hit sent spirals of extasy through me. I basically IMPALED my self with his rod, and I thought death would be my only release from this pain. I began to hump him. He pulled out, and slammed back in, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to bliss. He must've gotten tired, because he pulled out, threw me on the ground, and shoved his cock in my mouth. I loved. Oh, I ended up working for three hours. I don’t do things half-assed. So, I couldn’t stop halfway through cleaning the garage. I hope that extra hour counts for my fuel.I fell in love with the Ducati, but wishing it into being, as a replacement for my Yamaha would be a bit much. Sure, I could afford to buy it, but I couldn’t ride it until I was 18. I ate breakfast with mom and pop, grabbed my spare riding outfit and went riding for the day. I explained my reasoning and promised I would call if.