Hari: sala mast piece hai na honey ke paas to.Vishal: pataka hai pura ke pura.Raman: maine to dekha aise hi khada ho gaya.Hari ye hame degi kya?Raman:...abe dekhta nahi kaise chhamiya ban ke ghum rahi hai. Mujhe to lagta hai ki shadi se pahle yah randi hi thi.Yah sun ke teeno jor se hans pade. Jyoti fir se wapas aai. Is baar uske hath me chakhana tha. Wo chakhna rakhne ke lie jaise hi table ke paas jhuki hari jaanbujh ke khada hua. Uska lund jyoti ki gaand par ghis gaya. Jyoti ne pichhe mud ke. Her name was Karen. She was a tall, attractive, older blond with sparkling blue eyes and a killer figure. Being the latter part of the seventies, miniskirts were still in fashion in and out of the workplace. I snuck glances at her well-shaped legs that appeared from under her short skirt as she moved around the office and I filled out the application.When she took a seat at her desk her hemline moved up revealing firm thighs and the top of her nylon stockings. I kept my comments to myself and. He was friendly with everyone, always talked to you while in the mall or as you escorted him out for the cameras. On this particular morning, I had not been able to acquire my normal energy drinks before shift and had to try to stay up all night on zero caffeine, so I felt and probably looked like a zombie by the time my relief arrived. Stumbling home, I decided to stop in the park and rest on a park bench, just to get the energy to go home and go the bed. I started to doze off on the bench. She liked showers.The sharp tang of her mixed with the flavor of my cum. I’ve sampled myself and found it uninteresting. I admit that, but sometimes in a show of solidarity it’s the right thing to do.For now, I extended my hand to slide lightly over her hip. I can feel her muscles. They aren’t prominent, but they are firm under my fingers. She stirred at my touch and turned her head to the other side. Her legs parted slightly and I understood her message.I ran my hand up between her shoulder.