She squealed as he thrust into her; feeling his back sack slap against her clit. He could faintly see her tits swinging with rhythm. His cock was grow...ng harder; her pussy was getting wetter.He put a hand on her back and pushed her shoulders downward. Her chest pressed against the floor. He grabbed a handful of the flaming red hair and pulled back, thrusting harder and faster as Andrea was forced to look up at the wall. He watched her lightly tanned ass ripple as his hips slapped against. .'“Frank Tabor,” Béla told the officer. “He has an apartment around here somewhere.” ‘Tabor? Oh, great!’ the officer thought to himself, disappointed that his nightly routine was going remain routine. ‘These girls aren’t hookers at all. They’re just rich kids visiting relatives for Labor Day. These dumb girls seem to think they’re immortal, so they never take care to stay out of trouble!’“I’ll take you,” the officer decided. He didn’t want any Tabors to disappear into this neighborhood on his. The real fun began when the boys brought in barrels full of colored water. All of us were wet and our clothes were stuck to our bodies. Nobody seemed to mind as it was Holi and everything was done in innocence. Then started the round of marijuana laced drinks. That was when people stopped caring about their clothes. My wife had the foresight and left for home to clean up. Women of all ages of the neighbourhood were displaying their cup sizes in full glory – tits in tight kameez and t-shirts. She was wearing a woman’s business suit which consisted of a dark blue wool skirt, matching jacket and a fancy beige colored blouse. I guessed that her age was around mine, which as it turned out, was pretty close. Just out of habit, I took a quick look at her left hand for a wedding or engagement ring, but there was none. I asked her a few questions to get a feel for her budget and the types of music that she listened to. I put together a system that I felt would work for her and priced it.