I the talks we reached her home and she get down from the bike she taken 500 rupees from her purse she was giving to me. I said sorry aunty I won’t ...ike t take money from any one. Then I kept her bag down I above to move she said thanks to me and liting her bag it was to to lift her self. Then I get down form the bike lift bag went in to her house there were no lights I keep her bag beside the door I said I am going and She said light are not getting on please can youcheck it I will check I but. I reached down and pulled her hand gently away, telling her to take her time. I kissed her hand then moved to kiss her lips, running my tongue along them before pushing it into her mouth. Her tongue met mine and her hand moved again between my legs. Whispering she'd never touched an English girl before she commenced rubbing the palm of her hand along my pussy. Feeling myself becoming moist and raising my knee, I kissed her passionately as her fingers pressed between my wet lips, stroking up and. I reach for his zipper, but I only find in the next moment they’re pinned to the wall beneath his hand. My back arches away from the wall as his mouth sucks my nipple hard, teeth grazing. I feel the rough jolt of his other hand unfastening his jeans and the earnest movement to push them down. Finally, I feel his cock against my soaking slit. The torturous feeling as it slides up and down between my lips. I push my hips out, grinding into him, begging him to fuck me. His hand crushes over my. I'm a successful public accountant with an MBA. Numbers had been my second passion, and I've happily made a career of it. I'm not rich, but I make enough that I'm able to support my mother, and even my sister while she's between jobs. They live with me in the suburbs of New Amsterdam, and we're pretty much your average single parent family.But I'm tired of being an average family. I'm tired of being white-bread, never-gets-in-trouble, bog-standard guy.That's why I'm sitting in front of a.