..I..." he began to say but i didn't give him time to answer. I sat on straddled him and grinded my pussy against his lap. He could barely breath. I k...ssed his neck as Mizuhashi pulled my shirt off. He seemed to be enjoying himself already. But he's soon to get a surprise. " do you give your self to me completely? do you want it? will you let me take control? let me be your mistress" i whispered just as i had many times before. He respond with a soft moan. I stood up and lead him to the. It took little time before I was drowning in yet another daydream about him.I smiled mischievously as I heard the front door open. “Realtor!” he shouted in the empty hallway. His voice echoing through the house, sending a tingling sensation right to my clit. My fingers answered the throbbing between my legs as my swollen lips sweetly clenched them. I tried desperately not to moan his name.My senses were heightened as I heard him walk up the stairs. His footsteps drew closer until he stood at. I see an hour glass figure or a pair of very nice breasts and my appreciation usually became obvious. Especially to my girlfriend, Sarah hated that I always looked at other women. Worst of all, I would do stupid things like point out other women with her in the car with me, or if we were watching television. "Look at that!" or "Nice!" Sometimes my comments were not so politically correct. Perhaps I was a bit out of control.Sarah and I had gone on a vacation to Key West. Very beautiful and. Usne mujhe bataya ki mera pati roj daru pikar ghar aata hai mere saath bilkul bhi foreplay nahi karta bas meri saari uthata hai aur mujhe chodkar so jaata hai mere baare me kuch nahi sochta, aur aajkal to uska lund khada bhi nahi hota, to maine usse kaha chinta mat karo bhabhi.. Tumhara ye devar hai na ye tumhari saari jarurat puri karega,, us din usne pehli baar mujhe i love you kaha aur boli ki jai tum mujhe aise hi pyar karte rehna me tumhare pyar ki bahut bhuki hun. Maine kaha bhabhi chinta.