Ghar aa kar ashu shower liye fir mai nahaane chali gai. Nahane k baaad maine khareedi hui panty aur bra peheni. Aur bathroom se aise hi bahar aa gai.M...ine dekha ki ashu bed par nange hi laite the. Mai room mein aai aur ashu se pucha kaisi lag rahi hu. Ashu mujhe dekh kar dekhte hi reh gaye. Panty itni choti thi jo aage se sirf meri chut ke ched ko dhake hue thi, aur bra sirf mere nipple ko chupa rakhi thiMaine palat k apni gaand ashu ko dikhaai, panty piche se ek dhaage kit hi jo dhaga meri. Never let my husband... do that to me,” she said between grunts.“But you’ve wondered about it, haven’t you, Mrs. Blaylock? Maybe you’ve stuck your own finger into your asshole just to feel what it was like. Have you done that, dirty girl?” A crimson blush bloomed on her cheeks. “And you liked it. Admit it, dirty girl. Tell me that you like my finger in your ass. Say it! ““I... I like your finger in my ass.”“Tell me how good it feels. Beg me to push it deeper!”“Oh, please. Deeper. Push it. ” Lydia chuckled sultrily. “If there is one thing my daughter has taught me these past few days, it is that there is beauty in all shades and shapes, and it is only our preconceptions that limit our perception of it. I never thought I’d so cherish a penis, but…” she licked Elena vulgarly from base to tip, watching me as she did it, “…now I don’t think I can live without this. Now, what do you want me to do to her?” “Fuck her.” I breathed. Lydia and Elena grinned at me, then each other. Lydia. ”Kaitlin shut the door behind her and Julia and I began the interview.“Tell us about yourself,” Julia said.“Well, I graduated from High School last year, and I’ve had three part-time office jobs. Well, I still have one of them. I work mornings for a professor at UofC.”“Doing what?” I asked.“Mostly typing. He does a lot of research and applies for a lot of grants. I type letters, grant requests, research notes, that kind of thing.”“On a computer?”“Yes. A Macintosh.”“Have you used a PC?” I.