Ab me akela he rata the mene dere dhere usse normal baate karne chalu ke or phir thodi thopdi sexy talk karne laga.aasa kar ke me janana chata tha ke ...o kya line dete hai or uussne bhi line de wo do child ke mother the or uska housband ka cock patla or kamzoor tha esa usne mujhe bataya to mene jaan bujkar paijame me se apna fanfanta hua 10 inch ka loda nikal kar kaha ki isse bhi chota hai ap ke housband ka to wo hansi or kaha ke tumhare jaise to 2 honge.asse karte karte yeh silsela aage badha. But still as a friend. When the bar closedit felt too early. I had a good time. We agreed to meet again. Hehugged me again. Something I could get used to.I spend the next day thinking a lot about him. Mostly as friends. But Ihave to admit. He is kind of cute. And funny. He always was, to behonest. He just never made me laugh the way he did now. I didn't fakeit. We texted a bit and met again. Just for a coffee. I between beforeI had to be back at work. Just the hugs.What's happening? Am I. ’ She said hesitantly.‘Don’t worry. It’s a gift from me exclusive for you. Take it.’ I assured her lovingly. She was clever and she sensed the hidden meaning. My semi-erect cock was protruding from my cotton pajama. She noticed it and understood that I had faked an illness to spend time with her alone in the house. ‘Sir, how are you feeling now? You had some stomach trouble.’ She inquired.‘Malthi, after seeing you here in my room my stomach trouble has gone. You’re magical.’ I praised her with. I slowly started to fuck her hard by jamming my waist over her buttocks and pushed my dick harder and faster into her pussy, pressing her boobs tight. Both of us were sweating very heavily and she started to moan louder as I pumped my dick inside her pussy hhhaaaaannnnnn mmmmmaaaahhh aaaaaahhhhhh hhhhnnnnaaaaaa aaaaaaaahhhhhhnnnnnnn, slowly rolling her hand around my head, around my left shoulder. We were sweating so heavily and as her hands were around my left shoulder, her sweaty armpits kept.