She and I had hit it off from day one and she was always hanging onto, hugging or kissing me just like any affectionate child would&hellip,.except a l...ttle more so. Over the years her child like acts of affection had become more and more overtly sexual. She loved getting in my lap and rubbing her bubble butt on my cock while her mother watched TV in the living room with us. When we were alone she wandered around the house half dressed most of the time, and it seemed that the only panties she. Aur use bed pe lita diya. Phir aahista aahista hum ek dusre ke kapde utarne lage phele to sirf kiss karne lage maine uske boobs to suck kiya to uske muuh se siskiyan niklane lagi. Kahne lagi rahul I Love you, please aisa maat karo…… aaaaahhhhh…… uuuuhhhhh….. Rahul kha jao inko yeh kab se tumahra intzar kar rahe the. Aaj kha ja inko piya jao sara doodh uske soft boobs itne soft the jaise cotton ho. Hum dono lip kiss karne lage aur dekhte hi dekhte usne apni tongue mere muh main dal di. Use maza. She was breathing heavily, through her nose, hmmphing softly behind the gag.I took some time to look her over. I guess she'd come straight from what ever she'd been doing - she looked like she was dressed for work. She was wearing a fairly plain grey dress with a pattern of small flowers on it. Some sort of silky material. I'm no expert. Dark grey tights. Grey suede shoes. Low heels, nothing flash. She was obviously enjoying me looking her over from behind the mask, she grunted and wriggled. She knew who it was. She went to the door and looked through the peephole and saw a tall handsome blond haired, blue eyed muscular man holding a large bouquet of red roses. She thought that there was at least 3 dozen flowers there.She glanced in the mirror on the wall then opened the door. She smiled as she stepped back inside her apartment so he could come in, then closed the door. He handed her the roses and followed her to the kitchen, where she put them into a large vase with water. She.