We greeted each other with a smile. We also spoke on numerous occasions, though the conversations were small and formal.I got a better idea about the ...ouses she would work at and when would she be free. She also asked about my college timings and I would try clashing my time of getting home in order to bump into her. I started taking the stairs now hoping to find her seated there.I did find her resting on the stairs and would start talking to her. We would talk for 10-15 minutes daily and then. Ican’t help but moan the pleasure feels so good. I wrap my legs aroundhim, he thrusts deeper inside me. I feel him start fucking me harder. Iarch my back and feel myself near an orgasm so fast. I smile to myselfknowing how much pleasure he truly gives to me. I whisper out his namefeeling it build. My walls tighter around him so hard, he knows I’mclose and begin riding me deeper. He hits my g-spot and I shake hardinto a deep orgasm. My nails dig into his forearms and I cum so hard forhim. He. In two strides he had me by the arm, led me to the chaise. Before I knew it I was leaning forward over the raised cushion. 'Further over,' growled Jeff. 'Grab the cushion.' Then I was on the tips of my toes, my ass in the air. I had on an old pair of jeans, faded and worn. Tight round my hips and backside. Not much protection. I swallowed hard.'You know what this is for,' said Jeff. 'In future you will make sure you put back anything you use. Or this is what happens.'Without any further. I used to be in quite a touch with her and used to discuss about her hubby to be in bed which really used to turn me on.My jeeju, Satish was one heck of a businessman and had huge turnover in his investment as my sister married him. He used to crank adult jokes on me and I used to blush a lot. My sister didn’t bothered too. He was a very close friend of mine too. Someday I used to crank adult jokes and he used to counter it too and at the end I used to be in the losing side.I met him and my.