Then she looked up at me. And handed me the empty bottle. And fell over. Dead asleep or dead drunk or stoned beyond the ability to help it – or faki...g it better than anyone I had ever seen do before. It didn’t matter at all. I Always am a sucker for a lady in distress, so instead of bundling her unconscious form out to the garbage chute I rustled up a spare blanket, covered her and went to bed, knowing I would be up early enough to make sure she was out of the place before I went to work. I. I ask her to strike a few poses and being loosey goosey she already was she shows me deep cleavage bending over squeezing her breasts tight. Reassuring her breast implants were as real as they can get. I asked about her sexy legs and she stood up on the bed and turned around to flex her gluts for me. Firm they were asking if I can feel. With both of our state of minds she agreed. I slowly caress her ass as my fingers trace down her thighs to her ankles. She shivers and goosebumps grow. I break. She stood and strolled back to the counter. She said something to him, then moved on over to the toilets. She wasn't in there all that long but, when she emerged, the changes were instantly recognisable to me. Her cardigan was unbuttoned as were the top two buttons of her shirt. I could tell by the delicious movement of her breasts that she had also removed her bra. I was willing to bet that her panties were alongside her bra in her handbag. She strutted back to me and sat down. I was hard as a. Ab Pintu bola, “Dosto ab tak Gomi ko chudte hue uska muh dekha, ab iski chut chudte hue dekho.” Ab mere gaand un tino ke taraf the. Pintu meri gaand pe hath ghumate ghumate bola “Dekho yaro, kya mast gand hai na, iski tange to dekho, mast ekdam gori gori.”Aisa bol kar woh mere piche aya. Fir uska lund meri chut mein ghused kar andar bahar karne laga. Bablu bola, “Ye gaya Pintu ka loda Gomi ki chut mein, ye gaya, dekho aa dekho, ha ha ha, chud gayi aaj ye.” Pintu ne jaise hi uska lund meri chut.