She had been cheerful and confident and outgoing. Now she was terrified, trying not to cry, swallowing hard, and she looked so vulnerable that I fell ...in love with her right then. I liked her and would have liked to fuck her, but I didn’t want to love her. Nonetheless, it happened. I could almost stand outside of myself and watch the transformation, and amidst everything else that was happening at the same moment I made out a mocking comment from some odd corner of my mind: A crush on a. Kabhi apni sari ka pallu blouse se neeche janboojhkar gira deti to kabhi saree ko knee tak kisi bahane uper kar deti. Ek din to aisa huwa ki wah bedroom mein gayi jiska door drawing room ke sath tha aur door open rakhe huye apni saree change karne lagi. Saree utarne ke bad usne peticoat ko thoda dheela kiya galti se ya jaanboojhkar uska peticoat sarak kar jameen per aa gaya aur uski gori mast jangho, bhaari bhaari chhutad mujhe dekhne ka muka mil gaya. Usne black colour ki panty pehan rakkhi. We weren’t making love, this was no marriage shag, he was just fucking me, for his gratification, he started speaking, “Your cunt feels so good, I want to ram you all night bitch!” an indrawn breath, and then “You slut, you whore, fuck me, suck my cock, take my cum inside you bitch!” Gone now the pretence, the nicety, this was Paul, the man in him, using me as his cum slut, and if another man had happened on us at that moment, I’d have let him into my mouth, wanted his spunk in my mouth, I was. " She said "they told her that out of all the contractors that worked on their house you were the only one that got more work from them." Well little did they know Sam was a redhead and I love redheads, that entire job I had thoughts of fucking her like a wildman" I said to her."Really" is all she said" It pays to be nice" I told her "it has got me more work and word of mouth is a very good way to not have down time between jobs." Speaking of down time" she says " I think it is time for more.