Waite recognized the style. He continued to look around. There were more paintings.He didn't recognize a few. One he did. He'd seen it in the National... Museum of Art in Washington. It was Renoir's 'Diana the Huntress'. How it got here was anybody's guess. He collected all the art and stacked it by the door. He went into the office. He noticed two things of interest. One was an overly large safe, and the other was the quantity of books. He started going through the books. There was a first. .aunty aaf rahi ti is karan unke ball upar niche ho rahe the o ekdam mast lag raha thaa.. Mene jat se apne bache huye kapde nikal diye aur apne land ko haat me pakdkar unke saamne le gaua aur unke baal ke bhich me rkhaa aur uke baal ko dono taraf se mere land par dabaya aur me apne land ko unke ball me aage piche karne lagaa.. Aunty ye dekar shok ho gau aur boli..“Ab mere ball ko bhi chode gaa kyaa..”Me:- haa aunty aapnkebhar ek cheej chodne layak hai. Aaap bas dekti jaao me kya kya chodta. It turned out to be a rather easy accomplishment as thispart of town was mainly houses and the commercial section was only abouttwo blocks long. She pulled up next to the garage and knocked on thedoor. A man in his thirties wearing grease-stained overalls and old JohnDeere cap pushed back on his head that failed to hide his developingwidow's peak and oily hair, opened the door. With a charming smile, hewiped his brow with a grease stained rag, and said, "Is it hot in here oris it just me? . Each time he had hit my g-spot and I shuddered each time. I told him to do that again and he did and I shuddered, again. I then rocked back and forth on his knot. Each time I pushed into him and the knot moved further from my opening I could feel his cum leak out of my cunt and down my thighs. I was rocking and he would occasionally pull to test the tie and I came again. I screamed my pleasure this time and dropped my front to the ground and shook. Not just my legs, but my stomach and arms.