“Szechuan Chicken is my favorite.”“Thanks.” Where had she heard about Szechuan cuisine before? Roger hated any kind of Asian food.“If you’...l sign here, Miss.” He proffered the clipboard and a mechanical pencil.“What? No pen?” The pencil felt kind of heavy, but it wrote well enough.“It’s all I had with me.” She finished her signature with a tiny dot for each “i.”“And here’s your package.”The box was lighter than she expected. It rustled a bit when she checked the label. “Thank you,” she said as. She is on the bed, with her legs spread and guy is grabing her and draws her ass on the edge of the bed. He jerk his cock and plays a little arround her pussy lips. Then he enters her wet pussy and starts fucking her under some strange angle so that she came again realy fast, begging him to stop. But he did not. He was holding her firmly and just went fucking hard. He fucked her like that for half an hour or more then just turned her arround on her stomach and fucked her from behind, holding. She was wearing a see through blouse with no bra, tight shorts, and no shoes or socks. ‘Oh, hi, it’s you!’ ‘Yes, Sally, I’m Jack. I called you this morning.’ ‘Come on in, Jack!’ They went into her living room and sat on the couch. ‘Are your breasts still sore?’ ‘Yes, a little.’ Sally’s hand went to her breast to touch it. ‘Thanks for being there. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I don’t know how to thank you.’ ‘Why don’t you let me look at your breasts to see if there’s any. Ek din me barish me bhig k ghar aaya, wo ghar pe thi sham ko, me bahot buri tarah se bhig chuka tha , sare kapde badan se chipak gaye the , woh boli chalo beta jaldi se shower me nah lo aur kapde badal dalo, warna zukam ho jayega, maine kaha thik he me bathroom me gaya , to mere se shawor chalu nahi hua, me ne bua ko bulaya,woh boli chalo beta main hi tumhe nelta deti hoon, woh bathroom me aa gayi, meri shirt nikal di, aur pant bhi jat se nikal diya, me ab apne blue nikker ma tha, bua boli ise.