Kuch karo na. Usne kaha main hosh mein nai hoon aur hatane laga. Main zabardasti baithi rahi aur usey hug kar liya. Thorh der bad, main uski garden pe...kiss karne lagi…thorhi der to woh akada hua baitha raha….phir uske haathon ne mera badan sehlana shuru kar diya. Phir mujhe kuch waqt hosh gayab ho gaya, jab aaya, to mehsus hua ki woh mujhe meri mom ke room mein le aya tha, AC on tha…aur main bistar par nangi leti hui thi aur aankhon par patti thi. Maine usey aawaz lagayee…aur light on hone ki. Three people enter the elevator. I see their pale faces at the edge of my vision because I don't dare to look up at them. They would see my flaming cheeks and my bloodied lip and the sheen of sweat on my forehead.Also, I don't want to see whether they have noticed that his hand is still down there.Have they noticed that his fingers are moving...?Over my hose, panties and pantyliner, his fingertip draws a line from my clit to my entrance and back, making me feel like I'm grinding on him.… that. I lived on the other side of the same building in 1912. Our walls were probably common. I did pay the taxi, then walked Sarah to her door.She got her key out and opened the door, pushing it open and stepping in. She turned to look at me then reached out, grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into the apartment. "Come in here, Bob, you're not leaving now. Not after our great night together."Sarah pulled me right into an embrace. We stood there in each other's arms, looking at each other. She. Something that was said made me stop and listen. I heard Suzy finish a sentence with “…having an affair.” “Why do you think that?” said Carrie. “We don’t have sex much anymore.” “Mmmm,” said Carrie. “Do you offer it to him?” “What do you mean? I’m always here.” “I didn’t ask that. When was the last time you just grabbed his cock or gave him a blow job? Or even just sat on his lap and give him a juicy French kiss?" Suzy hesitated. “Well never really. I don’t like giving oral sex, it’s.