She was looking for taxi; I invited her to drop her. She agreed and I started the bike. It was too cold for her. I drove slowly so that she won’t fe...el that much cold. She asked me why I was driving slowly, I told because she won’t feel cold. She told ‘it’s ok, drive normally’. I ignored her. We had casual talks. I was asking her about her husband, children, home. She was normal and funny. Suddenly she asked me about the pics in my phone. I told ‘I am bachelor, so keep those to time-pass’. She. "God,Mark. Look at the size of his,hooofff!"I made sure to drive the wind right out of him with my first thrust!I had never fucked my little br-other that hard before. I don't know if it was all of the dirty talk,or the thought of someone watching us fucking,but I pounded away at him till I made him cry! And then,I fucked him even harder,because instead of watching Me,He had been watching Mr.Paulson!I looked out the window just in time to watch Old Man Paulson blow his load all over the window. ’ ‘With one exception,’ Tim smiled. ‘I did get something for you, and I’m sure you want it to be a surprise.’ ‘OK – you can do that one last. I’ll find scissors and sticky tape.’ I went into the box room that functioned as Mum’s study, and found the tape and scissors. When I got back down to the living room, Tim had fetched the presents from upstairs. I helped him wrap and stick labels on. ‘Isn’t there anything else?’ I asked. ‘What about Mum and Pam?’ Tim grinned. ‘These,’ he said, holding up. Deborah felt a similar way, and it embarrassed her so she kept herself busy She was always good at that, keeping herself busy. Deborah was a dynamo around the office, but a crappy cop in the field. She hated confrontations, and barely squeezed by her exams. She just wanted to help, and thought working with the police was the best way to make a difference in peoples lives in her home town. Deborah was a fair skinned, blue eyes all-american blonde. Not the brightest bulb, but one the cheeriest..