Babs was now relaxed in his company and did a lot of the talking, showing off her knowledge of current affairs. She was also interested in drama and t...ied to impress Jonathan by talking about Ibsen and Chekhov. He listened with interest, joking with her and pulling her leg here and there. They eventually reached Manchester, parking in the basement of the exhibition hotel. They spent the morning looking round the stands, talking to some of the people there. Several of them were business contacts. Mai uske ghar par gaya tab uske ghar par uske patti nai the aur ek beta tha vo tha 5 saal ka. Usne kaha kya hua kyu aye ho toh maine bola aapne hi toh bulaya tha usne boli aarre ha vo market se uske bete ke liye ek cricket bat lane ko kaha muje kuch samja nai ye kya bol rahi thi. Utne me uske bete ka tution ka time hogaya vo boli jara uske bete ko baju vali tution me chod dena maine usse chod diya aur aunty ke ghar par chala gaya.Maine door knock kiya toh andar se awaj aayi khulla hai aajao. Turning her around I said, “Now spread your legs and bend over.”I stepped up close behind Karen, my erection sliding easily into her wet hole.I watched us in the mirror as I took her. I started slowly, driving in deep,then pulling out until only the head of my shaft remained within her . . .then going in deep again.I enjoyed the erotic sight in the mirror. Karen’s breasts swung freely to therhythm of my strokes. I started driving into her faster and harder, my. ”“Wait. Am I paying for lunch?”“Yeah, on the company card. That’s why I pay you the big bucks! Did you forget to tell me to say that to you?” I smiled, stood and walked out the doors to find a hotel for the night.Donny Flynn was walking to his apartment after watching Monday Night Football, even though it was Thursday. He was being followed, but didn’t know it, because, really, who would want to follow him? He was a nothing, except that he was fucking a beautiful woman he worked with. Well,.