There were some girls he new that were sitting at a table watching the dancers and talking among themselves.Bob walked up to the table and said, "What... are you lovely ladies doing here? Why aren't you on the dance floor?"Gail, who was the girlfriend of Brian said, "Brian seems to think that going to a dance is an occasion to drink beer instead of dancing. He has been in the bar all evening."Bob said, "You ladies are too lovely to be sitting here. I am at your beckon call. Anyone want to dance?". Her blond hair had these soft natural curls, the kind no curling iron could ever make. Her eyes were sparkling and wild with passion. They looked like a great couple, but inside I hated him for being with her. I couldn’t stop looking at her. I was lost in an instant fantasy of my hands caressing her naked body, feeling her hair slip through my fingers as I played with her curls, smelling the warmth of her skin….. I didn’t get to meet her that day,, but over the next few weeks, she’d come into. “Why don’t you go inside, make sure he didn’t see anything.” It was a slightly abrupt brush off, but I needed to remember how to breathe. I couldn’t do that with her so painfully close. Frowning, she tucked her arm around me. Weaving her hand through the crook of my elbow, her fingertips elicited a tingle as they brushed my side and finally came to rest on my back. Pressing close against me, her upturned face wore a pleading expression. “I don’t care if he saw.” She murmured it so quietly, a. Abiding to her master’s orders, and reacting to my penis penetrating her unexplored ass, she shouted,Saab! Mere gaand ko maro put your stick deep into my ass. Saab, this is heaven. I knew my mature whore of a maid would love to be ass fucked. By the time I was done fucking her ass with my 8 inch cock, her ass was red in color and appeared bruised.I slapped her ass even harder and she liked it. She asked to slap more and fuck her in the ass at the same time. I followed the bitch’s command. It.