Because this was such an important client dinner,Martin had sent her to have her hair done in an amazingsalon where they’d even done her make-up...for her, whichhad surprised her. But this was Martin’s big night, thebig dinner with the Japanese clients, so she’d wantedto do her best to look good. Stacey herself had beenquite impressed with the result, though her bit boobsseemed to really be grossly obvious in the low cutdress. They looked SO big and seemed to stick outrudely.. But it didn’t stopped.So he decided to walk a bit.There was a cool breeze, since it was winter. Suddenly Rituraj changed his walk. He got a bit naughty & started walking like a bitch. He enjoyed his walk as there wasn’t much vehicles on road. His girl inside him got awake. He passed by few rickshaws and saw the driver sleeping inside.Just then when he turned around, he saw one of the rickshaw coming from behind.” Bhaiya, lokhandwala? ” asked Rituraj.“Jee haan baithiye” said the driver and gave. "Oh my gosh! You don't like them! They're just as I saw them in my mind, and so I thought this was what you wanted! Oh, sir!"Alright ... please forgive me as I retreat from this scene for a little philosophical speculation. I am assuming that as each one of us reaches old age, there will be a time when we look back on our lives and try to determine which moments were the most important. Beyond any doubt, this particular instant was one of mine. And more to the point, I recognized it as such.. I the concentrated the fingers of my left hand in her ass and rubbed up and down rubbing my hand all over it. Then I took my finger and slowly slid it into her ass, feeling the heat, causing her to lift her ass up and penetrate her further with my finger. Her ass tightened around my finger but let me in, like a tight sleeve. I stretched her a bit and added a second finger, swirling them around, and she began literally pumping, my fingers locked in her tightness. “Oh yes!” she exclaimed. “Put.