“Another gift from one of the girls, she gave it to me to christen the new job and the new fridge and bed; I got a bit talkative.” She said, smili...g sheepishly.She opened a cabinet and took out a couple of glasses, and after pouring a few drops of brandy onto the floor in the traditional offering to the spirits of the house and some on the fridge, she poured generous shots into the glasses and offered one to me. “You know I don’t want you drinking so early in life, but this will be an. Ek bar sham ko me unke ghar gaya aunty ne kuch alag nazariye se muje dekha aur meri sath baat chit karne lagi mene pucha kaha he apka ladka to boli bazaar gaya he thodi me aayege betho tum aunty ke sath b time bitao thoda aur hum beth ke baate karne lage idhar udhar ki itne me aunty ne mujse pucha kitni gf he teri mene bola he naa par ap kyu puch rahi ho to haste huve boli aise hi nahi puch sakti ? Mene kaha ha puch sakti ho naa !Phir tea pi aur mera frnd aa gaya phir hum bahar nikal gaye phir. It was the tightest thing I have ever felt around my dick and as it sliced into the bois ass I felt the warmest sesation I had eve felt in my life completely take over my dick, and the most tender, soft ass I had ever felt. He started telling me to stop as I was fucking but all he did was lie there with a tear running down his face and his cute face completely red from the intesity of the moment. After about 10 min he started to like it a lot and I went on to pound his ass for about 3 hours. Claudette was a woman who didn't simply wear high heels. She enjoyed them. Embraced them. She loved then. Understanding then why she also didn't simply cross her legs, but got some kind of buzz out of that very action. It was quite obvious to anyone who knew Claudette that she had this 'thing' about her feet, and her legs. She simply had to show them off to best effect. And the simple matter of fact was that she could do that with a natural and consummate ease. She didn't need to work at it. It.