So, for her any problems she would call me and I would ask for small advice now and then from her about my share investments.However, of late, Bhabhi ...had become a regular visitor at my bar. Every day, she used to come and gulp down nearly a bottle of vodka and pass out on the table. I used to pick her up and let her sleep in my private cabin alone and lock it from outside. Early mornings I would go and wake her up and sometimes I used to drop her to her home. I didn’t know what was bothering. “Are you still hard?” Trish asks in a shocked voice, as she notices your cock standing behind the wet blotch on your sweatpants.“I just,” you stammer, “You moaned and… I mean… Damn. That was fun.”“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Trish mutters, “You’re certainly never going to get to do that again.”“Unless you have to borrow more sugar,” you joke.“Trust me,” Trish laughs uncomfortably, hobbing to the counter to grab the jar of sugar, “I will just buy more sugar next time.”“Awww,” you bawl jokingly,. It is so thick and shiny andobviously very long. I would love to see it brushed out.She said yes it is very long,my mother took great pride in my hairwhen I was young and she encourages me to keep it long.I said do you ever have it cut. She said no it has never been cut andis so heavy now I keep thinking it is time to cut it.I said please dont not think of cutting it as it is special and sobeautiful.She said well perhaps I may let you take some photos of my hair beforI have it cut, so if you. She would go to this place each night when she fell asleep after a hot shower and she would fly away in pleasure and wake up with her Vulva so wet from her Orgasmic Dreams… Today she woke up feeling this very same way, her Vulva so wet from her Erotic Dreams of her Secret Lover from another world it would seem, from another place in time maybe even from another dimension… She reached down and gently rubbed her clit with one hand as the fingers of her other hand inserted themselves into her wet.