‘What? No, I couldn’t, she’s gotta have a boyfriend or something,’ I muttered. ‘You don’t know that. Here, make you a deal,’ Max said as...he leaned in, a grin on his face. ‘You go ask her out right now. If you do, I’ll cover the recalculation on this grid, and I’ll cover for you the rest of the day. Half day.’ ‘All I have to do is ask? That’s it?’ ‘Just go get it out of your system,’ Max told me, his tone serious. ‘Trust me, it’ll be better for both of us.’ ‘I don’t know…’ I said as she strode. ’ itny m mom ny bag say skin color ke bra bhe nekali, mom ka dress bhe skin color ka tha,mom nay mra kurta nekal dea, mom ny kaha chalo change krty hn shrma naeM kaha ya achi bat ne mom kaha oh pagl do it, asy m mom ny apni shirt utar d,m bhe apni pent shirt otar d to m,just underwear m tha,mom pent m thein,mom ny k dakha to m dakhta raha gaya itny bary boobs bra m sama nae rhy thy mara to wo khra ho gaya mom ny notice kea aur new bra utai aur agli itar k pehny lagi to mujgy kaha hock laga do m. "Play with your clit the way you do when you're all alone," he added.Patti was only happy to do just that for him.She sat strumming her clit as though it was the strings on a guitar, fast initially, then slowing, slower still until the intensity need and desire had a chance to build towards even greater heights before patting it, slapping it with a slight little sting, just enough to increase the climatic buildup even more."I want to see you squirt, I want to see all that white creamy fuck. So much for Innocent Young Thing! There again if they had the bodies and loved sex then Why Not? One early morning about 1am a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a very revealing black evening gown covered in sparkling jewels approached my tiny office at the entrance to the Loading Bay. No youngster this woman she just seemed to radiate CLASS! Her face was perfectly formed, eyes deep blue, lips painted wine red, chin proud, neck slender, breasts not over large, but suited to her slighter.