Itna sunte hi vo hasi or mere hotho pe apne hoth rkhte hue boli bhai main kab se is pal ka wait kr rahi thi mujhe pyar karo na. itna bolna tha or usne...mere hoth chusne shuru kr diye. Hamari kiss krib 5 minute tk chali isme vo kbhi mere hoth chusti kabhi meri jibh.Uske baad jab kiss krte krte main apna hath uske salwar ke upr le gya to boli ni bhai yhan ni bdi didi so rhi h agr jag gyi to aafat aa jaegi. Maine use chumte hue bola mera hathiyaar drd kr rha h akdn ke mare kuch to jugaad kar iska.. A shower and a shave later it was only tiredness, but Stan couldn’t get the grittiness out of his eyes. His 20-20 hindsight was telling him that there were all sorts of things he could have said last night, the most important of which would have been ‘Can I take you out for a drink next week?’ or something similar. In his wildest fantasies Anne invited him in for ‘coffee’- an invitation that would maybe then lead to lovemaking. But then his doubts came back in full force. Anne was beautiful,. She showered and scrubbed herself, paying particular attention betweenlegs where small amounts of Dr Lovejoy's spend still dribbled from heranus. She dried herself off and dressed as Michael.Michael shoved the lingerie, wig, and shoes into a pillowcase, unlockedthe door, checked the passageway, and then scurried back to the nurseschange room. It was deserted, the shift having changed over half an hourago. Michael changed into civvies, threw the pillowcase into hisknapsack and caught the bus. It was very stimulating and somehow my growing mast went in surprisingly deeply.I had not been served that way very many times but this effort moved quickly to the top of the list. I was soon tremblingly erect and, at another small gesture, she withdrew her face from my rigid cock, which sprang up and pointed toward the ceiling, climbed up onto my knees, scooted forward, tilted up her hips and took my pole's reddened head into her tiny, folded cunny.She was, I noted, nearly hairless in her.