. just someplace where people might have a little of that old fashioned politeness. It didn’t occur to her that there was quite a bit of irony in a ...modern, hard-charging woman seeking out someplace that was likely to retain old fashioned attitudes toward women as well.Now, three months into her new job in Granger, Kansas, Erica had experienced an epiphany of sorts. She had come to the conclusion that boys were boys, and men were men - wherever they were.Oh, they weren’t as bald-faced about. Oh meri jan ek bar phir sath-sath jharenge……ohhhhhh ab tum bhi aaaaajao………” kahate hue mai uski bur ki gaharayi mein jhar gaya aur wo bhi sath-sath khamosh ho gayi….. Mai us ki chhati se chipak gaya kuch pal to aisa laga ki uski chut me mera lund ko phasa liya hai.Wah khuda tera karam dikhai deta h Der se sahi magar sunai deta h Pyase ko pani ar lund ko chut deta h der se sahi magar kya khub deta h” Dosto ham santust ho kar alag hue to ak bar fir ankho me jhaka ab ak dusre se duria nahi rahi. .' he spat in my face , it smelt foul , but i groaned with joy. he spat again and then rubbed it all into the lycra mask roughly... he then force kissed me , tongue pushing into my mouth which resisted to play along, as he withdrew he spat again and then quite biskly spun me on my heels and pushed my head down so my hands hit the floor and my ass stood facing him , as i found my footing i reached into my pocket and took out another glove..giving it to him i said ' get your fist in me ,. I wanted to massage it so bad but I didnt know what she would say. Just a little higher she said, I have a lot of tension here, and she pointed directly at those lovely mounds. I needed no further invitation as I kneaded and grasped and grabbed at her pert ass. It kind of seemed wrong so after 10 minutes I said ok I hope I helped a little. She winked at me and said yeah me too! I looked down the tent in my shorts and left the room to relieve some tension of my own. All I could think about was.