Saturday night ki baat hai jab raat ko taqreeban 10 bajay sonali ghar aai or aami say kaha kay aaj ghar main koi nai hai or us ko kafi dar lag raha ha...i haris ko bhej dain. Mom nay mujhay kaha k chalay jao mujhay net say uthna par raha tha is liay main nay dil main kafi galian di sonali ko khair majbori thy marta kia na karta chala gaya us k ghar… Main tea bohat achi banata hon sonali nay kaha haris tea pilao gay main nay kaha sorry mujhay neend aa rahy hai to us nay kaha please khair main nay. The sensations soon become to much for me and I climax again, digging my nails into his skin as he keeps pummeling me through it, bringing a third one quickly around. Suddenly, he sits up, pulling me with him and onto his lap. I instinctively thrust my hips, rolling them and bouncing slightly with his cock deep inside me. I moan as this reaches a different part of my pussy. One that soon has me heated and wet all over again. He holds my hip with one hand and strokes my clit with the other as I. I am just upset about your grandfather.” I said, my voice cracking as I spoke. I turned on my side, my back to my son, and continue to cry. Gary rolled over next to me, and placed his arm around me, comforting me. I welcomed the contact as he slid behind me, spooning me. I was not dating anyone at the time and it had been many months since I had enjoyed the comfort and intimacy of a man’s touch. I missed it, a lot. My thoughts were completely innocent up to this point. Gary’s strong arm draped. We pulled up and were soon met by a pretty sales lady who was late twenties or early thirties. I wondered if there was a sign on me that pulled them when we went into a dealership. “Hi, my name is Taylor. How may I help you this morning?”Heather quickly said, “I’m Heather and he’s X, short for Xavier. We’re looking for a Prius.” Taylor raised her eyebrows a bit at Heather’s outfit. It was different clothes but the same fit as the previous day’s selection.“We have a number in stock. Have you.