That morning Stephanie and Amber were gone when Debbie got up. Brett took the kids to school on his way to work.On the Stephanie’s bed was an envelo...e that contained directions for Debbie. Her appointment at the strip club was at 2 pm and Stephanie wrote in large letters “DON’T BE LATE.” Debbie sighed and went to her closet to find the items specified by Stephanie. At 2pm promptly Debbie walked through the doors of “Platinum Blondes” and asked to see the manager. Debbie found the inside of the. Yeh chinta kerne ki baat nahi hai. Mai hu na, tension kai ku lene ka.Well aaj mai aapko apni ek aur story sonata hu jo meri meri cousing bhabhi ki hai, mere cousin ki wife, unski age 30 ke kareeb hai, moote moote tight boobs, gol matool gaand, deepika padukone jaise lips aur aiswariya jaisi aankhein, agar mai aapko bolo ke toh koi pari hai toh yeh jooth nahi hoga.Meri cousin ek multination company mai software engineer hai, aur aisa koi din nahi jaata ke who jiss din 10-11 bje se pehle ghar. “On my knees?”“Of course.”She assumed the position.“Man, no one has done that to me since I was at college. And I think he found himself there by accident.”I parted her substantial buttocks and found a dark purple circle surrounding her little pinprick hole. It struck me that assholes have sort of areolas, like breasts, and some are wide, others narrow.I feasted on my lovely Julie-Ann’s ass, stroking it and kneading it with my eager tongue. She growled with the simple, primitive pleasure of it,. She’s lost in a pleasure of her own, swaying in time to the music, pumping the makeshift dildo in and out. A film of perspiration coats her skin. She gives a deep sigh, her butt cheeks clench. A pace to the fire and she takes a spill from the mantle, thrusts it into the flames, then carefully lights the moistened cigar. A thin curl of smoke, an even glow at its tip, and she offers it to me. Her grin is merry as I clamp it between my lips. Even through the nicotine and the scent of logs burning.