They’d met when he was employed to repaint the office she was working in as part of her degree course during the summer break. She had just broken u... with a bloke who she thought was the one, and it had hurt her. Brian was older, wiser, smoother than the boys at university and just ‘had a way about him’. His was tall, rugged and had that ‘squaddie’ sense of humour she had grown up with. As she sat in her room sixteen years on she thought about it as a solicitor and not lover. He was a father. .Ab bo ek randi ki trh mera lund chus rhi thi…Mene ab bola bhabhi aao..Aur fir mene unko neeche litaya 5 min chut ko lick kiya unko grm krne ko ab bo bolne lgi dewar ji ab dal do bardast nhi ho rha mere rajaaa……Mene b nishana lgaya aue ek dhakka diya..Lund chut m nhi gya..Bhabhi ksmsa gyi mene fir dhakka diya lund fir fisal gya..Bhabhi boli ruko…Aur bhabhi oil ki shishi lekr aayi..Unhone oil mere lund p lgaya aur apni chut pr bhi lgaya..Fir boli mere raja m abhi kunwari hu tum aaram se. God, his cock tastes like honey, she thought lewdly as she began to explore the slippery rod with her tongue, licking and sucking his blood-engorged tool like a depraved woman, reveling in her own decadence, her own heart-felt surrender to total sensuality.The dog Jethro let out a long throaty moan, and Angie felt a responsive tingle in her own gently writhing cunt to think she was bringing such forbidden new delights to her impressive dog-lover. She guided his sleek, thick cock back and forth,. ' When you gone, I 'ave no-one again. I need 'ave someone. I t'eenk Ellen Pearson need someone. I want her be with me. We 'elp each other. We... how you say... console each other.'He stared up at her, his hands slowly caressing the smooth soft skin of her lower back, and round the swell of her bottom, before moving round so that his fingers slid through the silky black forest where his cock passed out of sight to be lost in her belly.'I don't understand', he said softly, ' you know I want you.