Vicky main ghatkopar mumbai main rehta hun or sirf apnay shauk k liye zinda hun kisi mast maal ko agar mujh sey sex karnay ke ecchaa ho to befekar ho ... mail karay aaj main jo aapko kahani sona raha hoon woh meray dost Ashok ki sachi kahani hai jo main aap ko apni zabani sonata hoon umid hai aap ko meri yah koishish pasand aye gi acha to story ki taraf aatay hain yah undino ki bat hai jab main 3sal kay liyah dubai gia howa tha mujhay meray baray bhai k dost nay apnay stor per kam karnay kay. This time She was messing around with some man in reception, they were larking about and She was sat on his lap. Suddenly he moved his legs, causing Her to fall back and Her legs open a bit, giving me a rare and lovely view of stocking-tops and knickers. I still masturbate to that memory today, years later. Such a lucky view and such a lovely, lovely girl. I loved being bashful when I saw Her, unable to look Her in the eyes or talk properly, while She was always so kind, hopefully cause She. "'Course you can, dear," she said, taking it.We walked back slowly and in silence. I glanced down at her occasionally, but said nothing. Mrs Ellaby was a short woman, maybe five-two, her permed grey hair stopping just above her collar and her rheumy eyes framed by those old-fashioned winged spectacles. She was a bit stocky, with no waist to speak of but a substantial arse. Her face was thin, wrinkled. and a little jowly, while her hands were kind of claw-like as a result of her arthritis. She. "Oh hi," the woman exclaimed, extending an elegant hand. "You must be Emma?" Emma smiled, whilst metaphorically biting her tongue - she'd met Mrs Matthews at least half-a-dozen times before."Er, yes, it's good to see you, Mrs Matthews," Emma replied diplomatically."Oh, please. Call me Claire," she insisted, stepping aside to invite Emma in. "Steve's just through in the kitchen at the back of the house. Go on through and make yourself at home." Thank you," Emma answered stepping through the door.