The guy then brought her to sit on his lap n use both his hands to hug her at the waist. Again no action for next 30 minutes and they were chatting me...rily.His hands were just hugging her at her waist while they were chatting. Just then the gal ask him"我那么重,你的腿会酸吗?but e guy replied "不会,你常坐在你男人的腿上吗？she said "没有, 从来没坐过他的腿。he said "那我不是很幸运能让你坐我的腿?哇还能抱着你我有多幸福啊。she just nodded shyly , and said 嗯,and I could tell she was waiting for some more actions.but he just simply hugged her tightly without any. .. ?" she asked, taking a little half-step backwards."Oh, didn't I mention it, sweetie?" I asked with a cruel smile. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you this weekend. I'm going to ruin you for that limp-dick husband of yours. You're going to walk out of here a cum-sucking slut - or you're not going to walk out at all." She blinked at me, not certain whether to believe me or not. "Get the fuck inside," I snarled, grabbing her arm forcefully. "I didn't take you up here to stand out in the. The atmosphere was so much quieter than I would have thought; I expected a noisily milling crowd and a rush of people in all directions. Instead, all was quiet and sedate, with few people waiting on the long rows of curved mahogany benches.Martha sat in a pleated black skirt and white blouse near the newsstand in the center of the lobby. She was reading a magazine. At the sound of my footsteps she looked up and smiled, put her magazine aside, and rose to meet me halfway. She gave me a long warm. She relaxed a little and her arms pulled him lightly to her hot, perspiring body. He jammed his cock into her tender cunt harder now, and moved his hips slowly from side to side. He felt her flngers dig into his knotted shoulders.She. turneds her lace from his, panting and gasping. “Oh, darling, I was so scared of this moment, and now it’s so wonderful! You’ve made it everything I’ve dreamed it would be!”Barry moved his arms down and struggled to place his hands.