Apan ghari jauyaa mag tu mazi jitki pahije titki puchiii chok .. Mi nahi thabvnaar . ”“Nahi malaaa attaaccha pahijee .. Ni ithe kon bagtay andhhar...t … Konala kai distay mi kai kartoy te .. Denaa ols …. Fakt thoda vel … Lagech sodel bassss .. Pls psl .. Ani tu kasaa mazaa bulla ghetlas todat ni te pan purn ghasa pwryant .. Ni jibhene vmchatat pan hoti ni maza gotya pan choklya naa mi adavl kaa tula mag tu pan nako adau … Apan fakt ekdach karu ithe mag ghari tuzi ashi zaun zaun puchi fadto naaa …. “It’s okay; I understand,” she said and I instantly knew it was true; Hilary really did understand what it meant to share the most precious thing in your life. “You will... be gentle with me, won’t you?” she added. To my surprise, now that the bedroom was in sight and our encounter imminent, the confident innuendo had gone from Hilary’s voice. I looked again into her pretty face and to my surprise saw hesitation, perhaps even fear. “Are you okay?” I asked. “I’m not... as pretty as your wife,”. "I miss her like part of my heart is missing."I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. Her smell was deep and intoxicating. I ran my hands to her throat and the untied the ribbon supporting her silken gown. The filmy material slid down the high slopes of her breasts. Her hand came up to catch it before it completely fell. Our eyes were locked in the mirror. I ran my hands down and gently pushed hers away. The gown dropped leaving her naked from the waist up. I cupped her full breasts. She knew the whole spanking wouldn’t be as pleasantly warming as this warm up but the thought of Jon’s strong hand raining down onher bare ass was enough to start the swarm of butterflies again. She felt herself getting wetter and she had to fight back the orgasm that was threatening to come. After another couple of minutes Jon slipped his fingers in the waistband of her black silk panties and pulled them down to her jeans. The cool air rushing over her backside was exhilarating and the feel of.