“Aaagh! Eleven, you fucker.” He laughed. So swearing only encouraged him then. But maybe that was what she wanted. She writhed under his touch as ...e fondled her tits; his spanking hand lingered about her rump, tickling and taunting.“Sore?”“Y-Yes.”“Good.” Whack. Whack. Alternate cheeks. Whiplash fast and scorching.“Ohhh!” Her eyes began to well. “Twelve. Thirteen.” Whack. Same spot as seconds prior, merciless in speed and accuracy. “Ohhh god! Fourteen!” She sucked in her sob, as the pain bloomed. "Like you had a choice in the matter." I really didn't," I said. "No choice at all. You or nobody." You two sure look happy," the waitress said when she delivered our ticket. "Stoney, you married a real doll." Thank you," Jo said."I did," I replied."I was wondering," the waitress replied. She's one of my favorites, fiftyish, competent, comfortable with the job, her bantering with the Saturday morning regulars was sharp and flirty. I think she saw me as an anomaly, younger than a lot of the. They aren't symmetrical, her right nipple is a fraction smaller than the left but counters that with an elevated outlook. They are buddies comfortable in their gossip. Highlighting once again, it is our imperfections that make us unique.But I digress. Adventurous as our lovemaking was, and that night-time quickie in the local primary school shelter shed aside, it was starting to lose some of the spark that energised our first encounter. Hence, The Game.We had agreed to pick up each other on a. Next day morning mein mein mujhe pata chala ki Rajiv ko business ke silsile mein Jaipur jaana hai aur woh next day wapas aayenge.yani us raat ghar mein sirf main aur meri sali hi rahne wale they. Kuch der baad Rajiv apni car se Jaipur ke liye nikal gaye. Mujhe bhi kaam ke liye karolbagh jaana tha. Meri sali nahane gayi hui thi. Taiyar ho kar jab woh mere saamne aayi to usko dekhte hi mera lund khada ho gaya.uske bade bade boobs aur mast gaand ko dekh main madhosh ho raha tha.lekin khud ko.