I got in the shower.The water spilled down my hair and over my shoulders. I felt like a new woman. I soaped up my arms, my legs. The suds gathered in ...he drain by my feet.Through the marbled glass I saw Maxwell's pink figure in the doorway."So, maybe I'll come in for a nooner," he said."A what?" You know, a massage. During my lunch."So he hadn't called out. Why did he offer to spend the day before? Was he hoping I'd just skip work for him on the spot? Maybe it was just a brief fantasy of his, a. .mene bola sorry thoda late ho gaya me abhi is station par hu usne muje rasta dikhaya aur meUske ghar ke door ke bahar pahunch gaya and the usne door khola wo kya lag rahi thi…usne sari pehni huyi thi aur uski white body ajib lag rahi thi uske boobs blouse ke bahar aane ko betab the me usse dekh ke dang reh gaya aur undar chala gaya andar jate hi bola aunty kya lag rahi ho tum usne muje bola tum bhi kuchha khas hi lag rahe ho mene bola aapse jo milne aana tha wo katil muskurayi aur boli uhhh. I smiled and said thank you, and gave his dick a little kiss on the side. He opened the door and walked out, two guys tried to push their way in at one time and the bigger guy shoved the smaller one out and locked the door. I started laughing and told my husband what happened. He made a silly comment about being worth fighting for. The man pushed his dick through the wall and it was long and skinny and had a big mushroom head. I wasn't a huge fan so I reached out and spit on it and gave. She put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply on the lips. He kissed her back, and his hands came up to squeeze her tits. He groaned when he felt her full, firm breasts. He lowered her top to bare her tight, hardened nipples and pinched them. After a few minutes of kissing and groping, Matt became impatient and took her arm to tug her onto his lap. They kissed while he groped her luscious ass. His hands went up her skirt to find that her bare pussy was already dripping wet. .