As she removed it from her pocket, offering apologies as she did, Monica had a fleeting glance at the photo attached to the caller’s profile. It was...just long enough for her to form an instant dislike for the beautiful, twenty-somethingLatinathat she learned, from the brief conversation that followed, was her competition for Heather’s attention this evening.“I’m sorry, but I really have to go,” Heather said, after having just lied, saying she had already left.“Well, if you must you must,”. Me, being in my early 30’s, love a nice looking mature woman, but I thought, this might be pushing it. However, the more I thought about it the more curiosity got the best of me. She seemed nice and was very easy on the eyes for her age, so I gave her a call and set up an appointment later in the day for a 1-hour sensual massage.I showed up at her door right on time and she let me in to her cozy apartment. She was very nice and welcoming and mentioned she was pleased to see me. She had a. It was a small place with mostly the same couple of locals and the people staying in the condos. I could almost take a new peice of ass home every night witht the constant flow of drunk girls and guys coming in and out every week. I am a bi guy average build brown eyes and hair. I was working one Tuesday night which is always the slowest night of the week when a guy came in and sat down at the bar. I asked him what he wanted to drink and he ordered a crown on the rocks. It was getting. His Muslim lund looked like a big veiny billy club. And it throbbed. Seemacouldn’t take her eyes off his Muslim lund. Her husband’s hindu lund was nowhere near thisbig, this powerful looking. The boy’s fuck rod almost frightened her.Salim mounted the table, climbing up at the foot end andkneeling above alice. His muslim kund kept throbbing. His smooth skin was flushed fromhis face to his feet.“Salim,” Seema said. “Hey Bhagwaan, what are you doing?”The boy was panting, his powerful chest heaving.