Watching "her" leave was a close second.She walked briskly to the time clock and looked for her card. She punched the card, put it back in her slot an... walked up the stairs towards the office. Today as usual she was wearing a skirt that stopped just below her knee. Her calves were beautiful and her ankles were as spectacular as the rest of her. Her ass was perfect, not huge, not flat just perfectly proportionate for her frame. Her breasts were just there as far as he could tell. They weren't. Ssss... Oooo daddy fuc'me... Yes yes yes aahhsssssss... Oooo yesssss... I love Daddy's dick! It's soooo BIIIGGG!! Sssssss... Aahh aahh aahh... Uuuhhhhsssss... Yesssssss... pee-pee... pee-pee n'me... pee-pee n'me..."Tim enjoyed watching his plaything beg for him to fuck her and scream and moan like a banshee everytime they fucked. As well as watching her new DD- silicone tits, that he paid for, bounce above him and seeing Jane's diamond bellyring, again another present from him, sparkle as she. Lekin jab meine aur dhyaan diya to jo meine suna, mein surprised reh gayi. Actually woh keh raha tha: “MILLI tu bahut sexy hai. Teri Choochoyaan bahut sexy hai. Gaand bhi bahut sexy hai. Mein tujhjhe chod doonga”. Yaani woh meri sabse badi behan, apni sister-in-law ko chodne ki baat kar raha tha. Woh bhi apni biwi ko chodte hue. Is hi liye Molly ro rahi thee. Uske baad wo yeh bhi bola: “Meri jaan, apni behan ki choot aur gaand dilwade, please. Milli ki choot aur Mona ki gaand dilwade. Saari. It connected to US 90, forty miles to the west, but those who traveled it eastward were seldom Onteora bound. At a distance the girl was ordinary-looking: medium height, a broad-shouldered but bosomy build, shoulder-length blonde hair. She was probably in her early twenties. She wore a heavy wool sweater, blue jeans, and work boots. A shabby satchel of modest size dangled from her right hand. Her walk was strong but unhurried. A surge of curiosity impelled Allan to lean forward, as he attempted.