She was a bit surprised by my question she told me yes. I told her that her kid was lucky. She knew where it was heading. She answered that actually t...at her husband used to be a lucky one but he is gone since 4 months. I asked her how did she controlled her urges, she told me you guys have your hands and we have our fingers. I was feeling my dick doing rampage in my pants. It was headed right where I wanted. I asked her for a pic in a suit.She sent me one without any dupatta. She was as. ‘Damn, it’s good to see you.’ ‘I missed you too,’ you reply wistfully. We retrieve your bags, then head for the car, chatting all the way. We can’t stop talking, it seems, all the way to the parking garage, then most of the way home. We spend that time catching up and getting reacquainted. I can’t get enough of your sweet voice. It feels almost like high school again. It’s been so long since I last saw you. How could I refuse when you called to tell me that you would be in town for the weekend?. As soon as I sat on the toilet I had my cock in hand, stroking it and fantasizing about the red-haired dancer who had teasingly brushed her ass against my balls for both dances. In no time at all I let a load fly, grunting as I aimed it into the bowl, then massaging the last drops out and rubbing them into the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and caught my breath, waiting for my heartbeat to get back to normal, then got up, pulled on my briefs and pants, and left the stall. I washed my hands. " she murmured.This was it, he decided. He would lay it on her. She just might be ready, now. His selling job must be working. Casually, he arose from the bed, ignoring the fact of the distinct bulge in his jeans where his throbbing cock demanded release, and walked to his bureau. In a moment, he had one of the joints he had hidden there. Holding it carefully in his hand, he turned to his sister and said, "I'm going to toke up... You can blow some with me... if you want... but I've got to trust.