She was tired after all the travellingyesterday. Did I really want to? She put her hand onmy cock. Maybe we should wait, maybe I was tired too?She squ...eezed me cock a little. It did feel a littlesoft. I agreed even though I hadn’t chatted online thenight before. I asked her about her night. It wasokay, quiet. Did you have dinner with Mike? Yes, andtalked about work. Same old same old. You slept well?Yes, but still very tired. Let’s get some sleep.So this is where I am currently. My. Meri yehHarkat se wo thodi jag gayi aur unhone muze thoda apni aur daba liya taki mera ghutna unko aur press ho jaye muze samaj nahi aa raha tha ki karu fir maine thodi der bad ek hath saree ke upper se hi unke chuchiyo pe rakha aur uspe hath halke halke pher ghuma raha tha,mera ghutna maine thoda press kiya to unke muuh se aaahhhh isse awaj nikali maine apni thodi aankh kholi aur dekha to wo nind main hi siskari bhar rahi thi.fir maine unke chuchiyo ke upper se saree ko thoda nicche kiya muze. It amused her to see him passing for male whileshe still treated him like a wimpy pussy-boy. He trailed along behindher, carrying two large shopping bags. Their last stop was a shoe store,where she told the young female clerk that she would like to seesomething in a knee-length black boot. The salesgirl brought a pair thatwere shiny, had pointed toes, and boasted three-inch heels.When she offered to help Merle put them on, the calculating wife said,"Not necessary. My husband will be happy. I could see at once that he was known here and well-liked, but I noticed that nobody made a move to accost him. ‘Evening sergeant,’ the potman greeted him. ‘Bruno, Benny, call me Bruno.’ ‘Sorry, force of habit. Been playing? See you ain’t got your guitar with you.’ ‘Yes, I sat in with Tubby Hayes and Victor Feldman at the Flamingo, but I borrowed Patch’s old Epiphone – it’s almost as good as my Gibson. Pint of Mann’s IPA., please, and whatever you’re having.’ ‘Thanks Bruno, I’ll take a half.