Pata nahi kaisa badla lene wali thi kutiya din ka.Kuch hi der me didi ladkhadate hue room me ghusi. Uske chehre pas ek khatarnaak muskaan thi. Saali g...and pelaai ke baad chal bhi nahi paa rahi thi par pure mood me thi. Mujhe pata tha, Reet aaj din wale incident se rote rote bada mazaa luti thi. Ab uski baari thi.Me – Kya re randi, suna hu din me badi masti kiReet – Ruk ja beta, tujhe bhi masti karwati huMe – Gaand me mirchi kaisi lagi. Ab tu paadegi toh bhi mirchi hi mehkegiReet – Mere muh me. She was a big girl - almost as tall as me but a lot curvier. She was at the least voluptuous but somewhere south of chubby. And she was drunk on her ass. At first she sat there, leaning into me and listening to the piano.After a bit she started naming songs, asking me to play them. I never did find out if she was trying to stump me or just liked the songs. Somehow she sobered up a bit and I wound up giving her a ride home. I also never found out how that seemed to happen ... it just did. Which. )Pop turned to face the new angle of attack.Alex leaped.But, he landed on the dining room couch (where he fought to maintain his balance). Knocking aside painting from the wall, he caught the makeup compact he had hidden behind it. Too late: Pop tackled him from the rear. As Alex was made to bend the wrong way across the couch (pressed up against his wet pants and those blasted tits), Pop's longer, stronger male arm reached out for the compact. He had made only one mistake.Alex drove the heel. God, the sight of Dianne’s hot sexy shape under her clothes had kept me horny all day. Jane had taken an Ambien and was snoozing away. I needed some relief, and I went downstairs quietly, and into my Den. I had to stoke out the load that was making my balls ache, or I’d never get to sleep.I went in, and got comfortable. Just as I wrapped my hand around my cock, the door opened and Dianne stepped in. Holy fuck, all she wore was a tight pink bustier that created one hell of a.