Phir wo mera pant khol kr lund chusne lagi. Mere control se jb bahar hone laga to mainee use whi sofe pr lita kr ushki salwar khola aur phuddi pr thuk...lagaya. Ushke thuk se bhige lund ko uski phuddi me dalne laga. Use dard ho rha tha aur wo chatpatane lagi lekin thori der mbaad jb use aaram hua tb maine speed bdha di. Karib 30 min baad jb mera niklne wala tha to wo lund ko phir se chusne lagi aur maal muh me hi liya. Karib 9 bj rhe the hir hum sath me nahaye aur thora dinner kiya. Phir wo mere. Arti had family I guess: her Aunt Poppy. But she didn't make a move to contact her. It was the same as Thanksgiving, I guess.Mostly Christmas eve was D-day for the 'keep Alison Hartnet alive' project. I sat behind my rifle, looking through the scope at the FBI agent who was sitting in a glider on the Hartnet/Vander front porch. Christmas eve ticked down to midnight, then it became Christmas. I guess some people were at church. We were here sighting down a sniper rifle hoping to get a shot at. I kept rubbing there and started searching with another finger and then I felt it slip in. Fucking finally! I put a second finger in and pushed a little deeper, still no sign of her waking up.I couldn't take it anymore, I stood and dropped my pants and stepped out of them. After stroking myself with spit I put my hand under her knee and lifted her leg, dropped my knee on the couch, and found, after a second or two...that glorious hole.I lifted her leg a little higher and let out a groan of. Also, it is the weekend tomorrow. So, I thought I would take a long weekend.Tanya: But still…you missed the office for me. I feel guilty.Me: Hey babe! Stop whining! Even I won’t mind losing the job for you. ;-)Tanya: Wow! Thanks for saying that. It’s been a long time since I heard someone say something so nice like that to me.Me: It’s my pleasure. So…you are alone at home now?I asked her guessing that her son would have gone to school.Tanya: Yes. Varun has gone to school.Me: You’re feeling.