But she was sexier than a cherry on a hot cross bun.Buzz Watkins never thought about whether Linda was bright or not. He had his own problems in that ...area. She was his kind of girl - quick to obey, passionate in the sack, constantly afraid of him. Buzz liked that. She knew her place in this neurotic, fucked-up world, unlike a lot of trashy girls with too much education.In the bedroom Linda turned to him, panting softly. She slipped out of her robe, revealing a lush, naked figure. Buzz's hard-on. ”As she had pulled me, now her hand was holding my hand and my other hand was on her thigh. We were in the same position for some time then I moved my hand around to her neck resting on sofa, not touching her and again started talking. Then I started moving my hand on her neck and touching her neck and cheeks by my finger. Now we were not talking anything and looking towards TV but our concentration was not on the TV. I hold her chin and slowly moved her face towards myself. I bend towards her. .kya tum?Jhanvi: fir bhiMan: are kuch nahi hoga daro matUske baad avaj aana band ho gayi ab pata nahi laga ke aage kya hua hoga par ye pata chal gaya ke mere jane ke baad koi aata hai ghar me mene vahi jan ne ki koshis ki ke kon aa raha hai par pata nahi chala mene do tin bar ko set kiya par koi bar kuch hath nahi aaya, me apni biwi se puchna nahi chata tha me chahta tha ke esa kya hai jo meri biwi mujse chhupati hai, fir muje ek idea aaya mene usko ek Naya phone lake diya mahenga wala vo khus. Finish your work out and go enjoy it!”I said that I would, and presumably he went back to wherever he had come from. I completed my walk in relative peace, and moved on to the torture machine that works your butt. Not fun, but certainly effective. Someone with a good sense of humor must have oriented it when they set it up, because while face down on the machine, you are looking out a window while your ass is facing into the room for all to see.I diligently climbed on and began the repetitions.