They were only hand jobs, but something about the way she did it was so - well, I don't quite know how to describe it, but they were the best cummings...I'd ever had. Better, even, than Marilyn's blow job, and I told Beth so.I also told her that if I ever had the chance, I'd try to give her as much joy as she had given me. She blushed, and squirmed, and nodded."I'd like that," she said softly and shyly.Both times, Beth let the cum splatter her blouse and skirt and throat, and let it run down. She would just laugh at me and remind me that she was an old married lady, but I sensed that she would eventually cave if I just kept after her.One night I was sitting at the bar watching Bea's fine ass wiggle as she walked back and forth behind the bar when the back door opens and in walks a wet dream; long black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a body that most women would kill for. This vision walks to the end of the bar, sits down on the stool next to me, gives me a thousand-watt smile and. "Art!" she tittered gleefully. "What's Art doing here?" she asked the others."Jesus, she is loaded," giggled Lydia, holding Art's hands secure while Mark tied a rope around his wrists.Kathy looked at Lydia and smiled, as she inhaled deeply on the sweet- smelling tobacco. It made everything seem so beautiful, she thought, so perfect. Nothing mattered except the warm, wonderful sensation of the moment. She wanted to share in it.Art was alert now, though a bit groggy from the blow on his head. To. Let’s come to the point. Pichle saal mere B.A. 2nd k exams khtm hue to 2 months k liye main chndigrh se ghr aaa gya, mera friend hai uska naam hai Gursharn main Gursharn bchpan se ek doosre ko jaante hai, so isliye mera uske ghr aana jana aam baat hai.Ab main apko uski family k baare mein btata hu. uske dad ka bussines hai to vo jyada tym bahr hi rehte hai, uski maa ki death ho gyi thi n uske dad ne dusri shaadi kr li thi, uski ek 18 saal ki choti behn thi jiska naam hai Jiya. Gursharn n Jiya.