Mne kha ok.Then m uske piche piche chalne lga.Fir ek khali ghar ki terrac pr hum gye n chup gye.Wo mere se chipak k bethi ti.Tb pta nae mje qa hua mer...a lund khda hone lga n muje hawas chadne lgi.Fir mne uske khande pr hath rakha n usne b ku6 nae bola fir dhire dhire uske boobs tk le gya. Bt usne kuch nae kha.Fir muje lga ki ye b ready hai. Fir uske bra k andar hath daal k uske boobs dbaye Uuuuuuuuummmmmmm qa soft boobs te uske aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh maza aa ra ta.N wo b siskiya le ri ti. I invited her to dinner that evening, but she said that she couldn’t, though before I could start to feel disappointed, she asked if the following evening would be OK. It was, and so we met in the same pub as before, but this time just had an aperitif before we found the restaurant. I use it quite a lot, living alone since my wife died. Again she seemed to find my company more than pleasant, and I was becoming enraptured by her. When we left the restaurant, I took her hand and as we walked, in. When did you last period start?" Gross, Daddy! I don't want to talk about that stuff with you, especially not in front of HIM!" Honey, it's important. When was it?" Um, almost four weeks ago." Well, see, you're completely out of the risky window. You won't get pregnant." Daddy, do I have to?"I wish you didn't, Princess, but he says if you don't, you and I are both goners." The masked man nodded vigorously. He was only a little over five feet tall, and wouldn't look in the slightest bit menacing. She parted her legs a little in acquiescence and he slipped fingers inside her and then stroked her love button and she swooned and gasped. The barman could see what was happening and sort of tried to watch whilst pretending not to. The other ladies kept well away. He had tried it on with most of them one way or another with varying degrees of luck.And of all things, whilst he had fingers inserted deep in her, her husband appeared in the bar to check she was OK and to reclaim what was his. He.