I now knew why women always seemed mad at their pimps. I thought I was almost done, and in reality I had hardly started. I was snapped back to reality...when I heard a card key slide into the door. "Shit, its Jim!" The black man covered ground quickly and before the door was even open he was standing behind it."Somethin' I can help you with?"Jim looked at all of us clearly confused. "What's going on?" Is he a friend of yours?" The black guy pointed at me.Jim hesitated, but finally spoke "Yeah,. Leaning down I started to gently kiss her, slowly rubbing against her. Her words had gotten me hard again, and I was about to fix that. Kissing her, I pressed lightly against her, feeling her pussy resist me at first, but with a little pressure, I got a small gasp from her as I slipped into her. Not far, just the head, but I immediately felt pleasure hit me. She was like an oven, a hot wet oven. I loved the feeling, too. It was amazing. “You…feel amazing sis.” I whispered, and slipped deeper. Ab me haazir hun ek or nayi story ke sath bas fark itna he ke story is baar sensuous nhi dirty or nasty he jisse aapko bhi ek naya flavor mile. Mere bare me to aap jaante hi hen Me vicky age 28.well build up physic or masculine personality jise dekh k girls ki choot me pani aa jaata heDosto jaisa ke me pahle bhi bata chukka hun mere liye ye relations, society or customs ke koi maayne nhi hen kyonki ye sab bhi hame khushi dene ke liye hi banaaye gye hen or agar ye hamaari khushi ke beech aaye to. Well, twenty five years later I hear from her and I am quite pleased she called me. I often wondered how she was doing over the years and wished I asked Mom where she lived. I don't know why I never asked but fate stepped in and Helen called me. I don't know why she never married I fancied her and figured any guy with sense would know he had a good womanI called Helen and told her I'd like to accept her offer for a nice supper with a friend.I washed up and even shaved, put on some clean clothes.