Kuchh din to mai mere ghar k niche yani ki ground floor par rehne wali aunty ko dekh kar time pass kiya karta tha, woh randi ki bachchi bhi bohot chud...kkad hai gandmari bohot line deti hai par mai use kuchh zyada bhaaw nahi deta hu kabhi – kabhar masti me thoda maje lene ki koshish zaroor karta hoon jaise ki jab bhi mere ghar wale kahin bahar jaate hain to humare floor par pados wali aunty se baat karne ke bahane aajati hai aur uss time mai ghar pe akela hota hoon.Jab mujhe pata chalta hai ki. The Adult Bookstore was way outside of town in a fuckin' Industrial Park. What the hell it was doing out there I have no clue. Maybe they're putting fork lift motors in vibrators or something, for all I know. At any rate I found the place.Before going in I checked myself one last time. For some reason I had the need to "Put my girl on." The danger here is not be too provocative. Otherwise I might be mistaken for a trannie hooker.The store looked allot bigger on the inside. There were. And Sunday was her day to rest.” I then sang one of the later lines for her. “Or try to kiss me on a gray day, a May day, a payday, and see if I refuse. And if you make it on a bleak day, a freak day, a weekday, why you can be my guest.” As I sang it, I emphasized “pay day” and “you can be my guest”.Both sisters were now blushing a little, and giving naughty giggles. I guess they never realized that what sounds at first like a love song was actually about a hooker who simply needed a day. Her touch was as hot as the water.And far, far naughtier.I stared into her dark eyes as I shivered. My hips wiggled back and forth as her fingers danced over my tits. She brushed my pink nipples, sending jolts of passion down to my pussy. I groaned, my twat clenching. The heat surged through me.I purred in delight. My heart pounded in my chest as her fingers reached my nipples. She tweaked them. Twisted them. She tugged on them. I groaned, my nipples throbbing and aching. That wonderful.