She had worked long and hard to protect Leonard’s anonymity, and to isolate him from his brother’s corrosive smallness. As things stood now her ro...le in this little drama might have been complete if not for her overwhelming love for Berensen, her desire to be with him always. That he seemed oblivious to her need only heightened her desire. Her limited understanding of the man had helped construct a Promethean edifice out of the man, and she had shared that towering image of the man with the. He begged the matronly librarian to allow him a few minutes to check his email and after he explained that he was a student, she graciously showed him to a public terminal. While Jack logged in and pulled up his email account, the grandmotherly librarian went back behind the circulation desk and located a small white towel, which she gave to Jack, allowing him to dry off a bit. Smiling she told him that she did have a few things to finish up, but when she was done, he would have to leave.. “You know, I haven’t actually felt a cock in my hand in the last eight months or so. And to be honest, I miss the feeling of hard flesh in my grasps,” she said as she looked down on him with a seductive look in her eye. Something was changing within her. Maybe the need to be a slut was resurfacing and she felt like she needed to embrace it… Or maybe it was just the need to have John inside her… “It’s been awhile since my cock has felt a hand other than my own,” he replied, giving her the same. Mein apne uncle ki bhau priti jo eik gurdya jaisi thi…uska maza lootne laga….aur apni mardangi par aa utra…aur bhol gaya ke woh m ujhe daver kehti hai… Maine jaldi se us ki kamiz utaar di….aur shalwar ko ahista ahista utaarne laga…. OOOOHH…uske mulaym aur khushbodar badan ne mer badan ko patthar ki tara bana dia…aur usne mer kameez utaar di……aur m ere breasts par apni zuban lagane lagi…..aur..itne me hi maine uski GAAND PAR haath lagana shuru kar dia….unhe squeeze karne laga….to woh aurt garam.