Mai use dekhta hi rah gayi…mai waha se chala gaya..aur kuch din uske ghr par nhi gaya. ek din usne mujhe bulaya aur pucha ki ghr par kyu nhi ate ho?...tab maine bataya ki us din jo hua uski vajah se…usne mujhse bola ki wo baat kisi ko mat batna,,fir us din wo mujhse bht close ho gayi..mai jab b uske ghr jata woh janbuj k sexy smile deti..wo b mujhse chudna cahti thi… Ek din jab me maa ke kaam se usske ghar gaya to usska ghar ka door khula huva tha to main ne jan bhujkar door bell bajaye bagair hi. I moved over so that I was on top of him in the seat, my legs spread across his and my crotch aching. He ran one of his hands down my spine, sending tingles through my body until his hand squeezed my butt.I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off him, gazing at his gorgeous, muscular chest before reaching my arms across my body to pull off my own blouse and tossing it aside. We came together again, the feeling of his skin touching mine sending electricity through my body. He. Strange coincidence, huh? So what did you call 911 about?"I slumped in my chair and felt like crying. Life was all coming down on me."Sam?" she said, sounding concerned."What?" I mumbled, looking down at my feet."Did you try to rescue the hostage?" Yes," I admitted."That's a very good thing you did, Sam. That was very brave of you. We'd just like to know how you got in there and how you got out without anyone seeing you. We interviewed the officers at the situation and not a one saw you go in. ” he said. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and quickly pulled it off over my head. I tossed it aside and instinctively gave my head a little toss in attempt to rearrange my shoulder length brunette hair. It was a losing battle as the heat in the apartment coupled with the exertion of the cock sucking had resulted in locks of my hair being stuck to my neck, forehead and cheeks. Moist little beads of sweat were dripping down into the valley between my breasts. I was prepared.