Main josh me aagaya aur uski tango ke beech aagaya. Maine jab apna lund uski choot par rakha to woh jal rahi thi. Woh machal gayi aur kahne lagi pls.....Uski choot pahle hi geeli thi aur maine ek hi jhatke me apna 8 inch lamba aur mota.Lund uske choot me pel diya. Woh cheek padi aur kahne lagi plz bahar nikalo bohat lamba aur mota hai meri phat gayi. Maine kaha woh to pahle hi se phati huwi hai aur dhana dhan dhakke marne laga. 5 mnts me hi uski body akarne lagi aur usne apne pair meri peth par. She was staying over with a friend in College Park -- "not Chuck," she said -- and wouldn't finish up her chores at the University until late the following morning. She suggested I meet her for lunch at a restaurant we both liked near Columbia, Maryland. She promised to call back in the morning to confirm.I was disappointed that, after losing four out of five games on the road trip, I was back in Baltimore, sleeping alone in this scuzzy apartment. But I was too tired to worry, and I was soon. How dare you! You’ve just made me lose the page now.You pull my T-shirt over my head. I’m being undressed like our three-year-old (minus the screaming tantrum) yet it feels strangely erotic. You seize my chin and part your lips, ready to attack with a hungry kiss.But it never comes.The sorrow void churns the nothingness in the pit of my stomach, like an ice cream maker running empty. Disturbing. Wrong.I’m here; hanging, waiting - for something that I’m conditioned to expect. Something, that. They need her to flirt. You get deep in their heads asking 'how their day went?' Suddenly, you seem to care about them more than the trophy wife at home.If you want a rich husband, working at a dry cleaners is a good place to look. I don't do the suit and tie kind of guy. I had a boyfriend. Most girls cheated. We were all alone in a tiny store with no cameras. Fucking in the bathroom was practically a rite of passage. I worked at one location in the morning with a bunch of horny sex fiend.