My legs, in stockings had been complimented several times when I wore heels which I was rather proud of."Don't get any ideas cucky!" Karen grinned, fl...icking the end of my cock with a long red well manicured nail. I jumped back making a very unmanly yelp! She laughed. "Not for you today cucky. At least not until I get home!" She grinned wickedly.I laughed and started to get dressed for work. My cock however remained hard as all I could think about was that I had given my wife permission to fuck. She had a great figure. Not that you could tell from the work clothes.On a summer’s day, I was in town with my little girl when we bumped into Anna and her mum. Anna was wearing a tight white T-shirt and short denim skirt that showed off her tiny frame beautifully, her smooth, tanned, slim legs and perky breasts. We stopped and chatted briefly. Anna’s mum was a gorgeous mature woman and you could see where the good genes came from. Anyway, at least I could imagine what Anna looked like under. Such ready-reckoning is founded on averages and I know enough basic statistics to understand this can vary at different times of day; rush hour being one of them. And, although not an accurate measurement, perception is another factor that alters journey time. It's usually proportional to how important the meeting is and how late I’m running. The extrapolated time period of this particular journey, however, was due to an external agent: my fiancé Adam. Nine little stations, start to finish.. Iss samay geeta mere liye aishwarya se kam nahi thi.Maine use bulakar ek glass pani lane ko kaha. Jab woh paani leneChali gayi to maine apna lund bahar nikal liya. Lund bhi azad hone koKabse meri pant me machal raha tha. Apne lund ko khula chhod kar meTv dekhne laga. Jab geeta paani lekar mere samne aayi to uski nazarMere bhookhe sher par padi. Lund ekdum seedha khada uska welcome karRaha tha.Lund ko dekhte hi geeta muhn par hath rakhkar boli, “aaiiyaaa, yeh kyaKar rahe ho.”Maine kaha, “kya kar.