.to es liya aysa hoa ab samjeAdmai … aik baat pocho such such baatao ge ?Didi … ji pochayAdmai… os din wasay apko kasa laga tha ?Didi … eheheh...he …. kiya baataon ? mmm dar lag raha tha kay ap kiya kar rahay ho itnay rush main but acha he lag raha tha. magar apnay maray kapray kharab kar diya thay apko yaad hai ?Admai … haan aap theek bol rahi ho magar jab train main aap khare hoe thi tab mainy aap ki shalwar nechay karta tha magar aap opper kar dayte thi kise ko kiya nazar a raha tha itnay rush. ‘Maybe...’‘Well I guess we will have to do better next time’My mind went into overdrive, recalling how His voice had dropped into a low growl when He had me in his thrall, making me pleasure myself in ways I hadn’t tried but wanted to do again. By now, I could feel myself fast approaching the point where I would need to do something about it. But I was at work and in a mostly female office I couldn’t guarantee privacy in the loos.As I think of a suitable response, a voice behind me asks, ‘Hey. Sort of like her uncle's wet prick. She took another lick and moaned. She liked horse-cock."Maybe I can't fuck you." she murmured, kissing his thick cock. "But I can suck your cock."With that, she moaned softly and wiggled into a more comfortable position on her knees, squatting below her pet. She ran her hand up and down the full length of his prick and kissed the end of it. She saw his piss-hole, big and almost open, and she licked the tip of her tongue into it. Her pony grunted. Pam moaned. E. It always starts like this…”You’re alone and wearing a white gown. Sometimes it’s a wedding dress, sometimes not. It’s strapless, luminescent against your radiant brown skin. It hugs the contours of your glorious figure. I’m watching you get ready for an event, sometimes you’re completing final touches of makeup for your wedding, sometimes it’s your honeymoon night. You don’t know I’m there. I’m in a corner of the room, a shadow. You are looking at yourself in a mirror. The mirror is.