" Well, Cynthia and I went to a chic new club downtown. They were playing music you would have loved – jazz and electronic. We had a few drinks, dan...ced a bit, when we sat back down a group of four men asked if they could join us. 'Only if you're well behaved,' Cynthia joked. They sat down and ordered us a round of drinks. We had a nice conversation and leaned that they were young businessmen in town for a convention. One of them asked us if we knew a good club in town to meet women to hook up. Kuch hi der baad usne jor se chillaya and saar aload mere muh pe hi nikal diya. Maine fir b ni ruka and saara cum pi gay an fir b uski chot livk krne laga. Vo chilla chill ak mjhe mana krne lagi k abb mat karo.Maine b thodi der baad band krr diya and fir let gaya. Vomere upar chadi and mjhko kiss krne lagi. Usne kiss krte krte bola k mera cum itni jaldi kabi nai aaya. Vo bohot khus lag rahi thi. Vo mere upar leti hi thi ki mera lund wapis se khada hona start hi gaya. Usko feel hone laga tha.. The girl was bucking her hips now, jerking her small, almost hairless mound up towards her lover's plunging cock in time with his fierce, downward stabs, moaning and groaning in ecstasy all the while. 'God, she's hardly even got hair on her pussy yet! And she's out here in the woods, with her legs in the air, fucking like a damn pro!' he thought, becoming more and more excited by the minute.The girl's blouse was open, revealing her firm, young breasts. Peter was pleasantly surprised to find. Chuck was gentle, kind and, most of all, not fearful of her. That was avery big plus. When she entered his house she felt warm in a figurativebut real sort of way. Chuck was also obviously not fearful of lacedoilies or ruffled dust covers, because so much of the house hisgrandmother and mother had so loved, remained. Chuck's mother had grownup in that house, and Chuck followed in her footsteps.Much of what both women enjoyed in Chuck's life remained. Antiques now,but most nearly like new,.