I'm lifting my pussy up and down on your shaft. My pussy juices are making a mess on your balls, you don't seem to mind. I reach behind me to stroke...your balls as I begin to grind on you. Your nicely trimmed fur feels so good on my clit. I grind harder to rub my wetness all over you. As I go to lift your head over my g spot again, you tell to sit on your face. I ablige and twist around to have your cock in my mouth. I lick my juice from your cock as your tongue slides deep into my wet. ‘You can call me Rowe. What’s your name,’ she asked. ‘George, and you can call me George,’ I replied heavily. She rose and waddled over to the kitchen and looked in. ‘Not bad,’ she commented. ‘By the way, something’s burning on the stove.’ ‘Oh God, I’ve forgotten all about the meal I was cooking.’ I rushed into the kitchen and retrieved the pan, just about saving the contents from total incineration. ‘You cook?’ she asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘Not married?’ ‘No.’ ‘You have been.’ ‘Yes…how do you know?’. My hubby is a normal guy. About me i am fair with ok figure. We lived a normal life till when my hubby was been hospitals. He was for bed rest for 2 years and we had no finance support. I found a job in Delhi through my frnd’s help. It is a gold shop. Here i had to do account work staff is very helpful. I came across a guy in our office, which is really a hardworking and smart enough to do any type of work and also very helpful. He is from Punjab and his name is Pritesh with average looks and. . with men." Her voice was dull."Gee," he said. "I wonder why?" See!" she said, smiling a little. "You're willing to talk about it. Everybody else just tells me to forget it and move on, like it was just a broken fingernail or something." It's uncomfortable to talk about," said Bob. "They want to put a Band-Aid on the owie, so they can think about something less troublesome." Anyway, I just wanted you to know I trust you. You're the only man I think I can trust right now."Bob groaned. "Thanks a.