When those tingles are a-strutting, this gurl is a-slutting!Just after eleven in the morning my reverie was broken slightly when Ireceived a call from...my building manager, from the condo unit I'd boughtinto after my divorce. Mr. Bozek. Vladimir Hugo Bozek. He'd told meoften, his full name. His whole life story. He was from Hungary,originally. He was a huge man, imposing physically, and dominatingpersonally with his deep loud voice and his brazen outwardness abouteverything and every. Her nipples were hard enough to cut ice. Like an animal I pounced on her. My right hand braced me from the seat while my left went to her clit. She began to moan so I had to cover her mouth with my hand while I slid my fingers inside of her tight cunt. She was still laid back when I pulled her by the hair to my face and whispered that she should keep quiet or she would get us both busted. She panted that she was sorry but she couldn’t help it. I told her that I had other ways of keeping her. She closed her eyes as Sarah's soft fingers traced the patterns on her upper thighs. The contrast between James's long and hard hands and Sarah's softer ones made her head spin as Sarah's finger traced her damp slit."She is so wet.." she purred as her finger dipped inside. She raised her damp finger to James's lips. He licked it, than bit her fingertip softly. She laughed; Samira shivered at the sound. She shivered again as Sarah leaned closer, licking her lips. She looked away as Sarah's lips. Your father’s parents died in the late ‘40s, but my parents were alive, and we had to lie to keep them from going - what’s the word - ballistic!”“So, we rescheduled our wedding from October to August, and we always said to everyone that you were premature. You were likely conceived on the Fourth of July 1953 – when we were living in a small apartment in North Fond du Lac, Wisconsin. Your father got a wonderful job in Milwaukee and we moved there, getting married and having you the following.