She stepped into a navy-blue A-line skirt; closed the zip and adjusted the waist. She smoothed out the skirt so that the hem sat just below the hem of...her half-slip. The skirt had a kick pleat in the rear and her slip would show but as she was spending the night alone that didn't really matter.She slid her feet into a pair of black leather four-inch high-heeled pumps and opened up the small cosmetics bag and took out the small bottle of Poison; her favourite perfume. She sprayed herself. Lakin zaida bhee naheen.pher aik bar main nay us ki birthday per uusay apnay aik dost k flate oper lay gaya jo wahan naheen tha aur key main nay us say lay lee thee.lakin farhana ko kuch bhee naheen bataya.bus yahi kha keh surprise hay who apnay ghar bata ker aayee thee keh us ki kisi saheli nay invite kai hay.wahan hum nay cake kata pher main nay ussay khilaya.aisay he baton he baton main main nay uusay kaha farhana tum main kuch khas bat hay.us nay poocha kia,main nay kaha keh tum baroon. ..People usually take that shit and start getting pissed at the square which was usually me ... anyway, i found my way to Bill's personal restroom which was off limits to everybody but Bill .. fuck'em .. He had placed me in the fire with that dried up twat any way.... I would quietly enjoy using his meticulously monogrammed towels and gleefully pissing all over his oak toilet seat [Bill actually sat down to piss, because he didn't want to damage the material.] .... Those towels were fucking. My fingers met super- sopping cunt-strap. She was hot-to-trot!Even as I shoved the sloppy band aside and traced slow circles around the juicy folds of her fuck mouth, she was removing my skirt. Then rolling my panties down over my thighs. She cupped my downy mound in her hand and we hugged each other, sucking tongues, mashing our tits together. For a hot and delicious eternity we clung on each other, feeling pussy. When Jane finally pushed back, her face was all rosy at the cheeks and my.