Tho chachi mujhe dekh kar boli ki “tujhe saram nahi aati apni chachi se aise baat karte hue” tho maine mana kar diya aur kaha “isme sharmane wal... kya baat he,kya aap panty nahi phenti kya” chachi kuch nahi boli,phir me bola “kyu kya hua chachi kuch bolo,aap kyun sharma rahe he”phir chachi ne kaha “ha,phenti hu,” tho me bola tho itna late kyun bol rahe ho,tho chachi ne bola aajkal tu bahut n.v aur sexy baate karne laga he,tho me bola kya karu aapko dekh kar aise baate nikhlti he,phir maine bola. Her aromawas strong. A pleasant mixture of sweat and raw female sexuality. Iworked my magic getting her juices to flow, though with her enthusiasm, Idoubt they needed much coxing. I could hear her moan with pleasure as Iteased her sensitive areas. Her clit was soon at full attention after abrushing of my tongue. I circled the tiny yest sensitive organ teasingit. The groans from above were all the feedback I needed to know that Iwas on the right track.After a while I was violently pushed back on. Yeah ... and when I go for a job interview? What's gonna happen when I show up with non-verbal communication disorder? Like I'll ever get a decent job with my fucked up brain and not even being able to look at people or talk normally? I don't wanna spend the rest of my life serving fucking coffee. Now I really have had it. I'm done. It's over...She took a deep breath. She was about to log off ... shut down ... for the very last time. Her conscience pulled at her. She couldn't just go down to. I was getting hot finally I seen her walking across the yard with a glass of water waving at me . I killed the saw & got the water I drank it down fairly quick . She said she'd bring me a refill I said I'd like that. So I continue on with my saw . I noticed when she came back she sat in the passenger side of my old truck with the door open and she was facing me. I didn't stop but I was sure watching her she had on a dress that was tye dyed she looked like a hippie sitting there. I stopped to.