Each had acell to themselves. The cells were not, of course, the five star accommodation they were used to. They were below ground,humid and damp, wit... trickles of liquid running down the walls. They stank ofraw sewage. Rats and insects scurried in and out of the cells and corridors. Above ground,the house and garden had long since been converted into a comfortable butinconspicuous home. The thick compound walls that ensured their privacy hadbeen built of mud, baked hard by many years of hot. Mene pucha lekin aapne aisa kia q toh mom ne bola beta tere fees k liye. Me bola papa late h paisa bas nhi hua ky aapko toh unhone bola ki beta woh abhi thik se paise nhi dete.Mene bola toh aap aise sab krenge sirf paison k liye toh woh aur rone lagi aur mujhse haath jodkr sry maangne lagi. Mene pucha kitne din se chal rha h yeh sab toh unhone kuch nhi bola toh me chilane laga woh boli ki one month se mene pucha aur kon kon aapko chodta h. Mera yeh wrd sunkr mom hairan hogayi boli ki beta aisa. I fucking love it.I can smell her pussy, her arousal, I can smell myself. We're perfuming the warm air with sex. I pull out one of my tits too; my nipple is tingling like mad. It's great having both hands free to pleasure myself. I go faster, and feel my foot slide a bit deeper. Her pussy feels fabulous, it's beginning to squeeze on me rhythmically, and her breathing is getting ragged. Soon I'm losing control too, thrusting harder, almost kicking my foot in and out of her, turning it from side. I'd tell him some day. I just didn't have the nerve yet. I was a lioness on the tennis court, but when it came to my past, I was a timid kitten.###There isn't much to say about rest of our lunch. We dined, chatted about all kinds of other things, and thanked Mother Weinstein for picking up the tab. The fettuccini Alfredo would go right to my hips, but I could work it off on the court. Reggie drove me back to George's place, and we said good-bye on the porch. Reggie kissed me again, longer than.