..." Please, don't hurt me." she asked, "Give me a moment." she asked as she dipped her finger into her pink slit, down among the blonde curls, exciti...g herself, "All right," she agreed as she lay back accepting her fate.It's always better the second time, with the awkwardness gone, I find, but cold hard glazed tiles are as hard on my knees and elbows as they were on her back and I was soon wishing I had taken her to my own soft bed, but soon enough waves of pleasure washed over me, a sudden. Where are you off to?” Her voice was sweet, and made her sound even younger than she looked, which was perhaps half my forty-two years.“Back to Atlanta.”“Cool. Me too. Can I pop this somewhere?”For the first time, I noticed she was carrying a large, brown suitcase. I’d been focusing too much on her long blonde hair, small white top, and those super-short shorts. I stared at the suitcase for a few moments. “Why hitchhike with a suitcase?”“It was my father’s,” she said with a shrug. “Besides, I. ‘My God,’ he thought, ‘I’ll have to see a shrink’. He had the ordinary man’s horror of anything to do with mental illness. To be truthful, the prospect scared him. He had debated with himself long and hard before even visiting his GP. The thought of ‘someone messing with his head’ was anathema. His gloom persisted through the rest of that day. In bed that night he wondered if he was gay. He tried to masturbate by fantasising about men but he found the mental image of a pair of ample, hairy. .Bas me apna room se nikal gaya aur 3rd floor me bhabhi ki door me halke se knock kiya. Aur bhabhi ne door khol diya. Woh sirf bra aur panyy pahene huye the. Pink color bra n white panty….ufff.Door kholne se hi me ne bhabhi ko kas ke pakda aur smooch karna start kar diya.Ummuumm…mummm..mumm..umaaumm.mmummah….mmmuumm…ummm..mmuumah..woh bhabhi….ummmah..aah…ummmuummah.Bhabhi bhi kaske mujhe smooch karnelagi….ummumm..ummummmaah…muummmahh..Smooch karte me mera haat piche se bhabhi ke panty ke andar.