"Call me Kevin, and until the sentencing." Brad nodded his head. "How long will that be?" "Two months."Kady stood in front of the mirror looking at he...self. She stood about 5'6", with curly blonde hair that hung past her shoulders. When she looked at you with her deep green eyes, you swore she was seeing into your soul. Kady turned when there was a knock on her front door. It was probably her father; he was always worrying about her now that she had moved out. She looked through the peephole. Rubbing my cock a few more times, she kneels on the bed and straddles me, rubbing her clit for a moment before guiding me inside her. She's tight, tight as she ever was, and with every time she lowers herself farther and farther onto my cock, we each gasp. Finally, I'm all the way inside her, her clit resting against my skin, and she moans out long and hard. She's so tight and wet against my cock, and all I can whisper out is a hoarse "Fuck me!" She begins to ride me, growing even wetter as she. .. give me the shirt... umm ...” I stammered like a love struck schoolgirl. Silently he gave it to me and I placed it in a bowl of cold water, leaving it to soak the way my mother had taught me. “Thanks Sandie.” Paul said softly from behind me. “I appreciate this.” His hands were on my waist. Just lightly. “It’s ok Paul.” I replied in a whisper. “I just hope... it all... comes out...” I turned around and his hands remained on my waist, his face close to mine. I felt strange, as if something had. She called me for breakfast and I was busy hiding tent in my boxers, She saw it and laughed and said it’s ok I know I am hot. I winked at her and asked why such a drastic change from Indian Beauty to Jaw Dropping Bombshell. She explained just for a change and also my husband doesn’t let me wear such clothes after marriage on pretext of Indian culture , So just making most of my opportunities.I started flirting around with her, Yeah your husband is right keeping such sexy things wrapped in saree.