.. Poor, pure, young ... Sweet Nell ... Groping her bum, and forcefully fingering her sweet sweetness located nearby. As he did so ... Oh, the brute ...... As he did so ... Oh, poor utterly helpless Sweet Nell was becoming a soppy wet mess.It was wrong, Nell knew it was wrong. So why didn’t it feel wrong to her. It wasn’t supposed to feel this way. To feel what? Good? All tingly, being manhandled by a mustachioed villain with a large black top hat. But Sweet Nell’s body was reacting to Snidley’s. Damn it felt good and I leaned my head back on his chest. He lowered down kissing my neck as he ground his cock against my ass. I was not sure when but he had reached his hands under my shirt and was rubbing my belly and nipples. I'm sure it was only a couple of minutes but it felt like hours of his kissing and grinding before I suggested we go towards the bed. Bob stood in front of me and began to unbutton my shirt while staring into my eyes. He got down on his knees and unbuckled my belt,. I’d been working on finding work in my field for quite sometime now, after I graduated college, and had finally found I a job that I’d knew that I would love. ‘Congratulations honey! I knew you could do it! I’m so proud of you,’ my mother gushed into the phone. She knew how much trouble it had been for me to find a job. Even though I enjoyed being a newlywed housewife, I desperately wanted to get out of the house. As my mother continued on, I thought about how I was finally going to get a. Bol manzur hai?” Main thoda dar gaya par fir maine ha kar diya. Usne mail kiya thik hai. Fir usne ek address bheja jo Mumbai ka tha. Mene kaha main Gujarat mein raheta hu to usne reply liya koi baat nahi aaja Mumbai.Main Sunday ko Mumbai pohuch gaya. Waha station ke bahar wait kar raha tha. Waha ek black car aake khadi thi. Usne mujhe call kiya car ka location aur number diya jisse main car pahechan saku.Mujhe car dikhi aur main uske paas gaya to piche ka door open tha. Ek lady driver seat pe.