"You nod, look at me, a bit disheveled, yet so beautiful in mycheerleader outfit, and leave the apartment, wondering what to do forthe next hour.The n...ext 60 minutes seem to crawl by for you. You drive off and find aMcDonald's. You sit with a cup of coffee and stare into space, trying tofigure out what had just occurred. It's almost dinnertime, so theMcDonald's is fairly crowded. Lots of kids, moms and dads and a fewbusinessman types who are probably padding their expense accounts withbig meal. Phir me use diwar ke pass le gya or uska face diwar ki taraf karke use piche se chumne laga. Mene uski puri peeth chati or uski gand ko dono hatho se sahlaya. Phir mene piche uski blouse ki knot khol di or uska blouse utar diya. Phir mene use ghumaya or uske cleevage ko chatne lag gya.Phir mene uske peticoat ka nada bhi khol diya. Ab wo sirf black bra and penty me khadi thi. Me piche hata or use dekhte hue apne kapde utarne lag gya. Wo shrma rhi thi usne apni nazre niche kar rakhi thi. Phir me. "It's Jamaal, he wants to speak to you." I told her."Oh, I'll take it in our bedroom." Elisabeth said as she got a smile on her face and rushed into the bedroom.I then hung up the phone.I went over to the door to our bedroom and listened through it.I couldn't hear very much, but I could hear Elisabeth telling Jamaal that he was nasty and then she laughed.About ten minutes later she came out from the bedroom.She saw me sitting just outside the door."Were you listening in on my conversation?" . Your eyes are glued to the sight, I can see your chest rising and falling, you are excited. You lick your lips as your hand strays to the front of your jeans, grabbing hard at the bulge I can clearly see. My pussy is pounding at the sight, I feel myself leaking. I stretch my arms above my head, arching my back, my legs widening allowing you a better view. My nipples straining, I can't resist brushing my fingers across my breast. I lay still again as your hand slips down the front of your.