Her dress had been ripped from her shoulders and her underwear abandoned as she was pounded from behind, pushing her pendulous breasts into the leftov...rs of the creamy desserts. She was screaming, crying loudly as her "stud" rammed his tiny cock into her. "What's your name?" Eva," she squealed as my hands rubbed her rear, covered in a short white skirt with a mass of pleats. I patted it; it was pushed out invitingly for me to caress and I felt her resolve weaken as I squeezed her buttocks.. "Debra ushered him in and walked him to the living room. "I'll be right back with your drink, Mr. Johnson" Okay, but please, call me Jim." All right... Jim. And you can call me Debra." It's a deal, Debra."Debra smiled shyly and then turned to head into the kitchen. Oh my GOD, he's gorgeous! she thought. She was so glad she fixed herself up before he came over! She returned to the living room and Jim a few minutes later with two glasses of sweet tea. "I guess that beer found another owner,. Ek bar sube jaldi uth ke me bartan saf kar raha tha to meri nazar ek khubsurat bala pe padi. Wo road k uspar ek building me rehti thi . Wo 1st floor pe rehti thi. Unka bed room hum log ka kichen room se sidha dikhta tha or unka kichen or hum log ka bed room se sidha dikhta tha . Mera wo room pe rehte huye jada din nhi hua tha. Me roj unhe dekhte raha . Ek din jab me 5am ko jaldi uth gaya tha .Normally hum log 8am ko uthte the per usdin jaldi uth gaya so socha kuin na bartan saf kar lia jaye. At 8 am in the morning she had all and by 11 am all was gone.4 hrs later-Where her husband now laid in a morgue she was completely homeless with her 4 kids, not knowing what to do and where to go. As Sheila trailed in the house without being in her senses, her clothes and she rather had a dishelved look. Looking at the state she was in my wife came up to me in sometime and said “Let’s keep Sheila full time and we will give her the outhouse to stay with her kids”. I was ok with the idea, though.