Got a new job in a software company,,in banglore, naa contact kaavalante , mails cheyyandi ee story yela undo. I belong to Tirupathi, my cock is stron... like a rod, 7″ long, i always thinking of aged ladies, becoz they can share their experience and give good fuck.Now i will continue my story in telugu ok, then it will be more interesting,Oka roju nenu banglore nunchi tirupathi ki vastunna, RTC bus lo, reservation last seat lo dorikindi, ratri 10:30 ki bus bayaluderutindi, nenu velli naa seat lo. Well I ran down the trail , it's all down hill and it was easier to run down than try to walk. I got to the truck and jumped in and turned on the radio. It was twelve noon on the dot. Well one o clock came and went and still no wife. I laughed a little thinking that long route was kicking her ass. At two o five I saw her coming out of the woods carring her boots and making her way to me. She opened the door and jumped in. I said whats wrong? the trail get your ass? She said it wasn't the trail. I dusted some green refuse from my blazer. Then my hands brushed up against Terra’s soft hands on my left arm. “Let’s get this blazer off,” she said. Her hands slid up my arms to my shoulder, her firm grip sending bolts through to my feet, but they seemed to start collecting somewhere else. Her fingers curled around the collar and slowly slipped it off before tossing it onto the chair of her desk. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she came to my front and placed her hands on my chest.. ”We sat there for a few more moments in silence. Then Kim came out and announced they were going back up to her room. Whitney smiled at me, then stood up and went back inside. I could not help but turn and watch her ass wiggle as she walked. The morning was uneventful. I completed some chores that my Dad had left for me. I mowed the lawn, trimmed some hedges and put the clippings in our compost pile. All of those were chores that I had always completed clothed, so it was no big deal. When I was.