Mene niche dekha usne apna hath meri taraf badaya hua tha mene bade aaaram se apna hath uske haath se milaaya aur mere sex urge aur jyaada bad gae lag...raha tha kahi me aaj kisi ka rape hi naa kar daalu. Fir mene usse hand shake kia wo apne hatho ko shake karte hue thoda sa muskuraai aur usne apne mulaayam julfo ko thk karte hue kaha “kya hua manish mera hath hi chipka lia tumne to apne saath” mene bi badi jaldi jawab dia kya kare aap ho hi esi kayamat ki aapko dekh ke to koi bi aapka picha naa. ” Expecting to feel pain as he started to rise, he realised that there was none. “That’s it. I’ve gone and died out here in my veggie patch,” he said in a loud surprised voice. “No, Don. You are a long way from dead,” the voice replied. Turning his head, Don could see a beautiful lady, dressed in the same shade of green as his okra. She held out her hand so he might grab it and helped him rise from the damp ground. Her touch was warm, and he felt a surge of energy between them. “Must be. I got up, made breakfast and paced around the house. At around 10:30 am. I got a text from my wife:*He just dropped me off at my car. Home in 15 min.*Where I was glad to know that she was on her way home, I wanted to call her and read her the riot act… yet I also knew two things: That she was driving and wouldn’t want to talk and that if I pitched a fit, about being our all night, I could kiss any chance of getting anything, when she got home Good Bye. I waited patiently. Sure enough, about 15. How big is your dick" By this time it was pretty obvious it wasn't just a therapy session we were about to fuck. "Pull your dick out i want to smell it." I unbuckled my pants and she grabbed my dick gently then sniffed my balls and asshole. "Oh my god it kinda stinks, you nasty fuck." She took her pencil skirt off and had a garter belt with no panties on. she was turned around so i couldn't see the front of her. She bent over and there was a butt plug in her asshole. She turned around and faced.