Grace’s whole body is tingling, nothing has ever felt so good, but somehow it’s not enough. “Fuck me.” His tongue plunges deep inside her, �...please – uh – fuck me. Mmmmm.... I need your cock inside me.” She feels him pull back and waits to feel his tongue again, instead she hears a zip and trembles in anticipation. “Can I suck it?” She shocks herself with these words, she had no intention of saying them they just fell out of her mouth. “Take my cock deep you dirty girl.” Grace turns around. I was a very fit tennis player and did club cycling so had shaved legs. I had short blond hair and a good but not too muscular body. One evening I was walking back from a tennis game and went into the park toilet to read the sexy stories on the wall and have a good wank. My hormones were going mad and I could wank anytime anywhere. I went into a cubicle and started wanking. The dividing wall had a gap at the bottom of about 12 inches as I was wanking a hand came under and started to stroke my. Aur main tumhare liye kuch bhi karungi. Bas Jatin ko nahi pata chale.” (Rahul, you’ve impressed me. Fuck me wherever and as many times you want. I will do anything for you. Just hide this affair from Jatin.)“Usko kaam ke siva kuch nahi aata. Woh starting se aisa hai. Use sex me bilkul bhi interest nahi. Woh impotent hai.” (He is work aholic. He’s been that way from the beginning. He’s not interested because he’s impotent.)I felt bad, but it was a reality. He hugged me and promised me that he. I take one last drag and put the stub out. Pick up my still steaming mug and bring it inside. I sit down back at my computer, open a blank page, and put fingers to keyboard to record my thoughts. My writing is interrupted- Knock knock knock then my phone vibrates in my pocket, sending shivers down my leg. 'Knock knock knock' it read. I open the door and there she stands, her face damp. It wasn't raining and her eyes were red, fresh from crying. "Well come inside" I said, trying to sound warm.