Use dekhte hi meri to kaam vaasna jaag uthi. Fir hum saaman utaarne lage. Saara saaman room me lejaakar rakh diya. Dhoop bohot thi to hmari halt bohot...kharaab ho chuki thi. To thodi der hm baith gaye. Fir pyaas lagi thi hame aur room me pani nai tha to mere dost ne kaha k jaa aur uss aunty se paani maang k le aa. Mai gaya tb tk wo wahi darwaze pe khadi thi. Maine jaake unse paani maanga. Wo thoda sa muskurayi aur boli k laati hu. Fir wo apni moti gaand matkate hue andar pani lene chali gayi.Mai. He was real bad last night. He remembered going up to Connie's apartment the previous evening to help her hang some pictures. One thing had led to another and before he knew it they were going at like rabbits right on the kitchen table. He loved the way Mrs. Heinemann grunted each time he hit bottom on her cervix. She reminded him of his sister Francine's girlfriend Veronica who had stayed at their house for his sister's sweet sixteen party last July. Veronica was seventeen now and going to. The house was on a new estate, semi-detached with a long drive.I knocked on the door, after a while a man dressed in white silk kimono that left nothing to chance opened the door. He said could I take the food through to the kitchen and he would get some money.The man was about 50 years old medium height and weight, but clearly you could see he had a semi hard on, your eyes just were transfixed on it. It looked like he was in the middle of have in a wank when the doorbell went.When he came back. The room was dark except for the desk lamp on the computer table. It illuminated the keyboard and monitor. Ray was intently watching the screen as Sandy entered. "Did it turn out okay?" Sandy whispered as she approached Ray. "Oh baby, this is fantastic. That new cam and mic that I installed in the ceiling picked up all the action, just like the pros. Look at this," Ray said as he pointed at the screen. Sandy peered over Ray's shoulder. "I look so different on cam," Sandy noted. "Look at my tits.