Magar phir vo parta parta ruk gae or book side par rakh dee light off kar ka sona lagi, mai be so gae, magar subha subha maree ankh jaldee khul gae ma...ree nazar book par paree maina socha bhabi soe hai dakhtee haoin in main kaya likha hai, vo book sexy stories ki thee, jisa parta parta maree choot main aag lag gae or maina fingring shuru kar deee jab mara pani nikalna laga to maina speed taaz kar dee bed hilna ka karan bhabi uth gae or us na maree finger choot main dakhee to boli tujha be maree. She lets out a soft deep moan and says her neck and shoulders have been sore from trying to help with the sanding and primering the kitchen. FINALLY a good reason to touch her body. Placing the bottle on the table and continuing to massage her neck, telling her I can feel the tightness and gently working both hands on her sore muscles. Pausing several times and telling her to take a drink, keeping her glass almost full, as I rub I notice I can now see down the front of her gown, her large saggy. He deserved it – and more. She was now clutching my hand against her chest like a shield. I pulled the car off the road and stroked her hair with the other one.Eventually, she sniffed and looked at me again. “I stayed hidden, digging in at night, and moving only a little each day, until I came across a road – which I didn’t dare cross in case I was seen.”“And then I came along,” I said.She nodded and the tears began to flow once more. “And then you came along and ... you know.”“I. “I’m glad I shaved this morning,” Jennifer remarked, pulling up her skirt to reveal her bald pussy. I slipped my hand on to her pussy and worked my middle finger over her labia and clit, as she spread her legs. She was hot and ready to rock. Jennifer reclined the seat back and closed her eyes, enjoying my finger fuck. I turned into Towne-view Crossing, the condo complex where I lived. I pulled into a parking spot in front of my condo. Jennifer pulled her seat up and looked around. “Where are.