"You could be doing lots of things. Why me? Why for free? Why come back here instead of going to see some other guy who would pay you?" You need me."S...erri's face was blank. No, not blank, controlled. I glared at her. It was almost a staring match. Which she then decided to throw."Tonight, Joe," she said, "it suits me to spend some more time with you. I've made the money I need to make this week and I don't have any other pressing appointments. If I wasn't here, I'd either be home or waiting. " She says, before getting into the car and driving off.Tingling sensations sparked at my pussy, my mother was a nurse and worked late into the night, usually not coming back until seven in the morning, she left in the afternoons, and my sister was often at her boyfriends house. I quickly walk up to my room, rubbing at my pussy every now and then as I plug the USB into the laptop, I close the curtains -wouldn't want the neighbours seeing- and position the laptop on my bed, I relax against the. She was quite large, maybe even fat, and she had huge tits that she constantly showed off. The pictures were of the ‘other woman’ nude, sucking a cock, and with a cock in her cunt. In two of the pictures Jennifer could see her husband’s reflection in a picture frame and in a mirror. There was no doubt in her mind that he was cheating on her. She knew that he had always admired big-breasted women and thanks to my wife and daughter Jennifer knew that I had always admired small-breasted. Phir maine uske gaalo aur hotho ko ji bhar ke chuma, uske thande thandeaur naram naram gaal aur phool ki pankhudiyo jaise naajuk hoth meri ling ko garam kar rahe the. Phir maine uski kameez utaar di, uski aakh mein aasu aa gaye.Jab uski jaange nangi thi tab toh woh makhmal ke bistar par chamakte hue moti ki tarah lag rahi thi lekin ab toh uska aadha sharir nanga tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise kisi ne ek saath lakho chamakte hue hire bistar par bichha diye ho.Main uski patli patli chikni chikni.