Everyone else seemed to be, too, so I was happy. It was next Monday morning when I got a call from Marge. "Hello." "Hello, Wanda? This is Marge, dear....I wonder... may I come over today? I was thinking. I mean, I need to talk to you, dear. Would that be alright, Wanda? You're not busy are you?" "Nope. Not busy at all Marge. Come over anytime. About one o'clock would be great. But I'll be here all day, dear." "Alright, Wanda. One o'clock then. Bye bye." After I made myself a sandwich for lunch, I. It had been a long day. Don Enrique was a man of action. Waiting wasn't his best skill. Pedro understood however it had made the day stretch even longer than it had needed to. Now they were talking to someone that Ishmael had found in the backstreets of the city. The man was old and wizened in appearance but there was still hardness to the look in his eyes and it was obvious that the man wasn't someone you wanted to annoy. The man was a Moor who lived in the city and who did business here. He. . Theek hai aaahhh … ab nikli … nikli..” Aur who neend mein bad badathe khalas ho gaye.. Aur unke lund se nikla pani se meri muhn bhar gayee.. “baapre kitna pani nikla unke lund se.. Meri muhn poora bhar gayee.. Aur khuch bahar bhi girgayee. Mein unke lund se nikla garam namkeen pani ko khoob pee gayee. Aur dekhthe hi dekhthe unka lund narm padh gayee. Aur mere sasur ka bad badana bhi band ho gaya. Mein apni muhn se unke murjhaya lund ko nikali aur unki surat ki taraf dekha. Who ab bhi gahri. I couldn’t quite make it out thru the door, then lights went off in the bathroom, and the door was opened slightly. I flipped the TV sound off.Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” was unmistakable as you cranked up the volume on your iPhone. A little leg or actually ankle, then a smiling face peeked out of the doorway. A lot more leg, which was pretty bare, and then you came out to show me your outfit. You had on black heels, short mini plaid skirt, a long sleeve white blouse, white thigh-high.