Doodh chote the, colour wheatish, height bhi 4-11 hi hogi par kuch bhi kaho sexy bahut thi. Hamare ghar peeche se jude hue hain par aana jaana nahin h...ai, main phir bhi kabhi kabhi chala jaata tha. Ek din ki baat hai jis din ke baad meri niyat kharab hui. Main peeche se unke ghar gaya dopahar mien, khidki khuli hui thi aur wo kapde badal rahi thi, wo top aur panty mien thin. Mera man tha ke panty utar de to main apni zindagi mien pehli baar kisi ladki ki choot dekh loo lekin aisa nahi hua lekin. She stared back, even looking over her shoulder sure that he must be staring at some traffic accident or Hooter’s girl that had somehow appeared over her shoulder. Instead he had stared at her like he trying to read her story, like how men had looked at the Mona Lisa for hundreds of years searching for the secret behind her smile. A horn blared behind her startling her out of her reverie, she saw traffic had moved on well ahead of her and her cheeks flamed as a short dumpy man behind her. After a few moments of despair, I regained my composure and realized that this gave me time to prepare mentally and physically for our next matinee. This was not some chick I could just strip and rip. I didn't want to merely fuck her. This had to be more than simple sexual gratification. I wanted to melt with her in a carnal sea of passion. Just thinking about it got me too worked up. I was still tingling from our encounter and yearning for more. My cock was hard again but still sore from her. Here's my card. If you need me, don't hesitate to call." Need you?" George snapped.The man looked surprised for the first time. "If you decide to press charges against Katterman, I mean." Oh," George replied. "Sure, yeah."Motherfucker, he thought angrily a few moments later, after English had departed. Throwing down his cash he stood quickly from his seat."Mother... fuck!" he hissed a bit too loudly.With that he stormed out of the diner and marched back toward the job site. On the way there he.