Uummmmmmmmmmmhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaauuucccccccccccchhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmaa kar rahi thi thodi hi der me unke chut ...e se pani nikla aur main use pine laga tab usne mere baal pakad kar jor se sisskariya lene lagi bad me who uth gayi aur mujhe kis karne lagi aur phir uthkar unhone mere lund ko jara chusa mujhe laga ki who bhukhi sherni ban gayi hai tabhi mere upar aa gayi aur mere upar baith kar mera land apni chut ke munh par rakh diya aur baith. She left the curtains open to share the moment with the diaphanous ghost of herself which was held within a pane of glass. On the tenth floor nobody can see you. Someday, she thought, the thin, opaque reflection of the girl in the glass would be born. Lydia returned the box of CDs to its space in the drawer. On a shelf above the drawer was another, much smaller, box. She had put it next to a photograph of her and Michael which was displayed tightly within the four corners of a plain, pine. Wowwww….. ahhhhhh maja aa raha heee…….Uske hat par mehendi thi to wo mujhe touch nahi kar parahi thi to mene apne sare kapre khud utare aur mere lund uske samne rakhaUsha- wow kitna mota lund he tumara . me ise touch karna chati hu par nahi kar parahi mhendi ki wajaha seMe- koi bath nahi aunty apni lips aur jeebh se kar lena.Ye bol le mene lund uske muh me ghusa dia. Wow kay mast lag raha tha jab wo mujhe suck kar rahi thi ahhhhhh maja a araha heeee aunyyyy……Wo mujhe touch nahi kar parhi thi,. A concentrated attendance to her knickers, her tights and then her skirt follows, making sure they looked the same as when she entered my domain. She takes her bag, reaches over me and leaves, the flushing process in full action.A contrast in age, now as a young blonde woman appears with a slight smile, maybe she’s been talking outside, there is a constant babble of voices, springing from the surrounds. Her blonde hair is tied back from her face, she has no bag and swiftly turns her denim clad.