. ”Anjali tarak ke land ko pant ke uparse hi pakadti hai.. Thodi der use sehalati hai aur pir pant ki chain kholkar use bahar nikalti hai“Tarak aa... to tumhara land maharaj bade hai ache lqg rqhe hai ..kya baat hai.”anjali kehati aur land ko apne mutthime pakadti hai use hilane lagti haiTarak:q nahi achaa lagega. Tumnebuse itna achaa mza jo diya hai .. Usne kabhi aisa maza pahale kabhi nahi liya tha naa … Ajnali pls ekbaur bar land lonaa muha mee aur use khada karo naa fir mebtumhari chut rani. From time to time the local busy bodies would comment what a shame it was that poor Kathy had to work so hard to support that ne'er-do-well Mans boy. On top of that, the bastard was never home. He was always off somewhere playing soldier for the Guard.On Halloween, after Geoffrey and his new wife were married 17 months, they had a huge Halloween party at their house on what used to be Beatrice's little piece of the old Mans farm. Geoffrey, true to form, picked out a young, beautiful female. I assumed that it would all end there, or perhaps with a brief note of thanks in recognition. However, it seems that this woman had other ideas. She seemed to like the idea of being a focus for my fantasies. She even sent me a (censored) photo of herself. And after a brief exchange of pleasantries (and teases), she decided to go me one further – she told me she was sending me a video clip related to my fantasy. Almost without warning, it appeared in my inbox. I. “After nine”, she whispered and walked back saying her round ass and giving me a hard on.Through out the evening I kept glancing at my watch, waiting desperately for it to reach the 9 O’clock mark. After putting the children to bed I walked to her house once again. The door was left open for me. I checked in the house but there was no one. I was little scared, is it a trap? Then I heard her calling from the bathroom. She peeped her head and asked if I could pass her the bathing robe. I thought.