Mien marketing mien hon jis ki wajha say mujhy daily traveling karni parti hai. Ek dafa mujhy ek city say dosre city jana tha takreban 400 kilo meter ...i traveling karni thi, garmio ky din thay maie nay apni seat book karwadi A.C Ven mien or mujhy sab say last wali seat mili window k sath wali mujhy us waqt gussa aya ky last wali seat de di mujhy . lekin jab gari maie betha to gussa kam hogya mere agey wali seat pe 3 lady bethi hoi thi yanh mien ap ko btadon who gari jis mien hum safer kar rahy. Telling the driver to turn the car around, she had returned home to her large white columned house in the high class Phase 5, D.H.A. suburb of Karachi.Calmly walking into the house (ladies never ran), she passed the study on the left of the staircase on her way up to her room.She knew that Ahmed, her 18 year old son, was in there studying for his exams and so was surprised to hear music and voices from inside the room.Neelum was a strict woman especially where uninvited guests were concerned.. The water glistened of her moist skin. I started at her neck line and looked down. Her nipples were hard and her areoles were bright pink. Her slim waist ended in a light pink swim diaper, that had now been stained yellow at the front. I walked over to her from behind and pull her close holding her breast. ‘Hello babe’ I said ‘Will, you made it’ she smiled back at me ‘need any help changing? Swim diapers can be fiddly’‘Damn it, I was in such a rush I forgot to grab my swimming stuff’‘Oh, well,. He didn’t need any instructions on what pleased me and I sighed in appreciation of his lips and tongue brushing over my breasts. I reached behind me and unsnapped the clasp of my bra and my pleasure went up another level as he then focussed on my erect nipples flicking and nipping them in the most delightful fashion. I squirmed in appreciation and my hand fell to come to rest on lap or, rather, on the tented protrusion of his shorts. Oh my goodness, ‘what do we have here’ was my fleeting.