" Honestly, Walter, I need to talk with you alone. It would be better if Connie wasn't here." Okay. What if I get there around four?" That will be fin...."I didn't get to her place until four thirty in the afternoon.She greeted me with, "Hi Walter. I wasn't sure you were coming. Join me for an afternoon drink."Of course. How about a beer?"Brandy made herself a gin and tonic, heavy on the gin. I opened my beer.She sat cross-legged on the sofa and after several gulps of her drink she said, "Do you. Wo mere lund ko beech 2 m kat bhi leti thi m sisak pdta aahhhh …… Bhabhi kya kr rhi ho …Fir wo mere uper kisi bhookhi sherni ku trh toot pdi aur mera full body chatne lgi..M unke booooobs masal rha tha.Full room ka mahol garam tha..Fir bhabhi apne boobs mere muh m dene lgi boli kha jao inko raja…Aur jorse siskari lene lgi …. Aaaah hh hhhhh hhh…..Oooo ooooo oooh hhhh hhh hhh….Uuuuuu iiiiiiii mmmma aaaa mr gyi…Wo pagal ho chuki thi boli raja ab chod do raha nhi jaa rha…Unki choot do bar jhad. I knew it was her at last, and my cock began to harden despite my efforts not to jack off as I cleaned myself. Soon I heard footsteps right outside the shower, and said, “Cheryl, I’m so glad you’re here! Can you give me a hand, please, baby? I want you to touch me so bad!” I was surprised that Cheryl said nothing – there was just the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back very slowly. I loved the way she was teasing me! My cock and balls were all lathered up and I was dying for her. Despite that lack of depth of character, I have to admit I admired and liked most of that crowd because they reminded me of home and my days on Wall Street when I labored in my windowless basement to make money for the “big boys” on the inside. Even the so-called “good” women from good families didn’t hesitate to bounce on the chosen one’s laps with juicy sounds of joyful pleasure. The slightest possibility that they might be picked to become one of the members of high society was enough to.