His fingers find purchase in her hair, tugging almost cruelly and making her cry out as he holds her head back, immobile, with her neck and body bared...to him in all its smooth, ivory glory.“Now, now, sister,” he teases, his grin mocking as her grey eyes cut into him. “You must practice patience. That’s something you preach, yes? Patience before a battle?”“This isn’t a battle.”Ares chuckles. “Oh, I disagree. I think,” he begins, tugging at her hair again lightly, enjoying her wince, “this might. Ghar khojne me koi paresaani to nahi hui ..mene kaha nahi .bo mere pas hi bethi thi ..kuch ghabda rahi thi malab bo normal nahi thi aatak aatak kar baat kar rahi thi ..me samajh gya mene unse bola ki aap pahle bed par aaram se beth jaayiye ..bo bed par diwwar se peeth tika kar aaram se beth gyi .mebhi uske saath per felakar beth gya bo aabhi bhi kuch beechen dikh rahi thi mene pooncha kya baat hai aap beechen dikh rahi hai ..bo meri tarf dekhne lagi boli han ..meri jindgi me mere pati ke baad. I couldn’t believe the woman was just standing there, watching Shelley give me a hand job. She was actually staring at my cock, and critiquing Shelley’s technique. Incredible. Shelley continued stroking me and I could feel pressure building in my balls. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” hissed Shelley again. “Why don’t you leave?” “I could be back at my office, but this is more enjoyable. You go ahead sweetheart, don’t mind me.” And Shelley didn’t. She was now gripping me with both hands,. Albert’s kisses had aroused her to the point where she was barely able to think. When his hands cupped her buttocks and pulled her against the swollen bulge at his middle, Abby knew she wasn’t going to be able to turn him down! She looked directly into his eyes. ‘All…all right,’ she whispered. Albert scooped her into his arms and started for his bedroom. Abby’s head rested on his shoulder and her hair tickled his cheek as he carried her through the living room and up the stairs. When he reached.