Bhabhi ab garam ho rahi thi. An mene bhabhi ki sari utar fenk di.Ab mene bhabhi ka blouse bhi khol diya. Ab me bhabhi ko buri tarah ragdne laga. Me ka...bhi bhabhi ke pet ko chusta to kabhi unki jangho ko chusta or kabhi unke gardan ko ragdta. Bhabhi ab puri tarah garam ho gayi.Mene ab bhabhi ka petikot bhi utar diya. Bhabhi mere samne bra or panty me mere niche padi huyi thi. Bhabhi ko badi saram aa rahi thi. Mene bhabhi ko khub ragda or thodi der bad bhabhi ki panty gili ho gayi. Ab mene bhabhi. She watched her body move...the sway of her hips, the swing of her arms, and strength in her step... and the sound of her heals on terrazzo.--- If GOD made man in his image, Claire thought; Dr. Hudson is a definite upgrade.Claire sat back in her chair, closing her eyes she listened to those heels...the sound fading with distance. The heels stop; she heard the elevator moving... the quiet interrupted by a moving elevator...the elevator stops...a momentary pause...elevator doors open – and. I fixed my plate of scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon and biscuits and told the slave she could fix her plate now as well. We all ate in the den while watching an episode of Gunsmoke; me in the recliner, Tiffany on the sofa and our peasant on the floor between us. The skank retrieved our empty plates and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. By the time the TV show went off she had returned to the den and stood at attention with her feet as far apart as possible. I said bring me my cane slut. He drove slowly on the way to drop me home. There were more silent pauses in the car than there were at the restaurant and I was perfectly okay with that. He stopped in front of my place and he complimented me a few more times, making me both blush and smile. When it came time to go, I already planned on going inside to masturbate. I continued to look at him and he leaned in, instantly making my heart skip. Then his lips softly touched to mine and I gently kissed back, just for that short.