"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm just a sour old man." No you're not. You can be sweet when you want to be." I really should get back, though. If I'm going t... get drunk, I should do it where I don't need to drive." OK."She had a disappointed look on her face that gave me one last pause for optimism. "Unless it's OK for me to stay here tonight," I said.She spoke almost in a whisper. "I don't think that's a good idea."I nodded. I expected as much. "But we'll do something tomorrow, OK?"She smiled. "I'll. She began making herself busy by cleaning up the remainder of the box’s contents.After a few minutes, she heard Patrick’s voice behind her. “Missing something?” He was holding up her phone. The screen was lit up with a notification. He had a smug look on his face.She was always missing appointments or calls since she constantly left the sound on her phone off. He loved to rub it in whenever it made her life harder in the hopes that she would just turn it on.“Oh shit!” She immediately knew upon. She pulled up her short skirt, and slipped one hand inside her panties, and let the other roam freely. She caressed her breasts and stomach. With her other hand she slowly explored inside her panties. She tried to fantasize about anonymous guys, big dicked studs, but she kept coming back to David, and what he would do to her.She was startled by a rapping on the glass. She opened her eyes and looked out the window.It was David.Jen jumped up and put on her robe. She slid the window open."You look. Mai ab jaldi se gaya jaise hi mai niche pahucha ki dudh mil gaya. mai daud ke wapas aya to dekha ki wo ab tak didi ke chud ke upar ragad raha tha. ab maine dekha ki didi puri tarah se hit ho gayi thi. ab maine jaise hi darwaja khola to maine dekha ki didi ke chud ke chhed par apne lund ko rakhke Vikram ne jor se jhatka mara to didi jor se chila uthi. ab mai ne dekha ki wo didi ke kamar ko pakad ke jor jor se jhatke marne laga. ab mai dudh ke pocket ko kichen me rakh ke wapas room me aa gaya.ab.