He watched lustfully as she dried her hair and got dressed, before leaving just as Michael reached his climax, his cum spurting into his hand. Once he...��d regained his composure, he completed his remaining jobs and went home, expecting that to be the end of it. But Michael couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. Her legs, her arse, her breasts, he simply couldn’t get her out of his head. Sat in his armchair with the TV on, he whipped out his cock and fantasised about her, and wasn’t surprised by. Nary a twitch, of course! Itcould have been rather erotic, but instead it was just a littleembarrassing."Yes, I think you're right, Peter. I wouldn't be unhappy to have hair andskin like yours. I could be jealous if it weren't so serious! Put yourthings on again, there's no point in getting cold." I don't see that it will make any real difference at the moment, Peter.I know it's different, but it's doing you no harm and plenty of men haveas good a head of hair as you have now. Some even go so. Waise to mein mana kar aaya tha kyuki zyadatar log apni biwi ko laate aur me akela waha bor hota. Magar ab tu mil gayi hai to chalegi waha?”Ye mere liye ek aur shock tha “isi roop mein jiju?”“Haan isi tarah. Party 10 baje shuru hogi. Abhi kaafi der hai. Me tujhe beauty parlour le chalta hu aur tujhe sahi se tayyar karwa ker le chalunga. Chalegi na mere saath?” jiju ne pyaar se meri gardan par peeche se kiss krte hue pucha.“Jaisa aap kahe jiju.” m to jaise jiju ka har huqm maanne ko tayyar. Amaya turned around so her back was to a wall and reached behind her. She unclasped her bra as fast as she could. A girl walked by and gave her a funny look. Amaya smiled back at her and looked away. She then reached up the sleeves of her shirt and pulled her shoulder straps down. Two guys walked by and gave her a knowing smile that made her blush. Amaya turned around and faced the wall as she pulled her bra through the sleeve of her shirt. Head down and her body shielding the backpack, Amaya.