The Russian immigrant to the USA was used to harsh winters, but he had not bargained on such cold weather being in Tennessee. He sent a message to his... American wife saying he would be home in couple of hours. The thirty-five year-old database administrator, headed to his metallic red 2012 Toyota 4Runner. The blond-haired, blue-eyed, athletically built man started up the SUV and drove out of the parking lot.The foreigner navigated to a seedier part of the city. He pulled into an efficiency. Bahbi- waha per choot lagayi mujhey bahut dard hoora hai.Main-bus itti si baat main abhi dettol deuta hu aap waha laga do .Bhabi – nahi ussey bahut jalan hoti hai .Main -nai bhabi kuch nai hoga main bolru na kuch nai hoga.Bhabi- agar tumharey bhaiyya hotey to kitta khayal rakhtey mera ,main to ab bilkul akeli hu ;Me- q aisa bolrey bahbi main hui na apap khayal rakhney main hi waha dettol lahga dunga plzz ok;Bahbi bahut masum thi wo dard sey bahut tadap ri thi ye dekkhey main unhey forcefully. . I put my wet panties in his desk drawer." You didn't!"Maggie's face was almost as red as her friend's hair, and she was visibly trembling from embarrassment. "I did. You gotta promise never to tell a soul. I'd die if anyone found out. I can't believe I'm even telling you."The room fell silent except for heavy breathing. "Why don't you say something?" Maggie asked. "Why are you staring at me?" Um, Maggie, do you still have a thing for Professor Albright?" No, of course not!" Then why ... um. She was looking damn hot in her night wear which made a tent in my Jockey track. She sat on my bike and I could feel her boobs which driving and was going crazy. I felt like stopping the bike and rip her t-shirt and eat her boobs like a hungry man and bang her fucking ass.We went to my flat and I showed he her room and went to bathroom to jerk off. She got ready and came out of her room. Oh god, She wore a Blue colored tight top through which I can feel her cups and a skin tight Jeans pant. I.