Waise bhi ek baar kisi ke saath kuch karne se uska exact figure toh nahi pta chalta..main kabhi kabhi unke ghar jata tha aunty computer mein chat kais...e karte hain batane…unko apne husband se haeadphne se baat karma nahi ata tha…unhone naya liya tha…toh unhone bola kit um mujhe apna no. dedo mujhe koi prob hogi toh main tumhe call kar lungi…meri phir unse sms ke through baat hone lagi raat raat tak..main ek din jab ghar gaya tha unke toh maine dekha ki unki internet ki history mein porn sites. Can you do that, princess?” “Okay.” Kelly rubbed her hand all over her panties while we ate our dinner. She was so fucking beautiful and my mind was racing with thoughts on what I was going to do with her first. My cock was hard in my shorts. We finished up our meals and Kelly loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. “When you’re done, I want you to take me up to your bedroom. I want you to ride my face. I’ve been hungry for some of that bored, housewife cunt. I want you to bring a spoon. The girl at the bar was watching her, as were several of the customers. She smiled at me. Recognised me? Another girl was in the booth, also being fucked. I couldn’t see her clearly, but there was something familiar about her. I walked towards the door, and said goodbye to the guy, whose name I still hadn’t remembered, then headed for the changing room, hoping she’d not seen me, but fearing she had. I sat down at the dressing table. I’d already stripped off to do my makeup. “Had I really seen. The queue was long, suddenly she grabbed my hand saying that the disabled one was free. As soon as we went in she locked the door. I felt a little self-conscious dropping my leggings with her there, but she just went to the mirror and touched up her makeup. When I had finished, we traded places. Just as I finished my lipstick, she came up behind me. Her hands slipped straight through the sides of my top and cupped my breasts. I froze in utter shock, I was about to say, "what the hell!".