He was still dressed in his sundress makeup and hair. She placed him in her car and drove to the shop. She showed some pity by taking him to the bac... entrance. She took him to another prep room where he received the same treatment as Roger.In another prep room John was getting a skinout prepartion. His mind was still racing trying to figure out his escape. He hoped Monica would come through if not he was prepared to do something. He had peeked at the personnel files and saw that Monica. Tya doghi aaila kay kartat te mala pahayach hota. mala aaichya potavaun aani bembivarun haat firvalayala maja yaychi pan aai mala chapti marat ase. aata ya doghi aaila kasha satavtat te mala baghayach hota. mi gappa rahilo. dusri mhatari:”zala, aata shanta bas”. aai shanta zali. pahili mhatari aaichya magech hoti tine aaichya pathivarun haat firavla. “wa,Kiti chan aanga aahe hicha” ti mhanali. “ho na, aani hichi choli tar paha, kiti tanga aahe, bembat purna ughada thevlay. darmyan magchya. . yes!" she cried as she gripped the phallus harder, its humming suddenly changing to a repetitive louder pitch. "Oh god YES! In me! Do it in me! UH UH UH! Oh Dave..." Her entire body stiffened in the throes of her orgasm.Mom visibly relaxed after a bit, breathing heavily, and I moved back from the door, slipping into my room before she had a chance to notice me. My pussy was tingling, but Mom would want my help with dinner soon and I would have no chance to take care of "the itch", darn. Oh my! My prick, which had been distracted by all of my planning and organizing, now stiffened up. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and watching her lying there, writhing, naked, and masturbating, now using both hands, made me want to forget the whole thing and just fuck her.But I had promises to keep, as the poem goes… Action! MartaI was finding it really hard to concentrate.On the one hand, Sir went quiet for what seemed like an age, then started bustling around, moving things, dragging furniture,.