"I might have to stretch this job out for a few weeks!"She reached over and patted me on the arm, the movement making her breasts jiggle."Oh, don't be...silly! But maybe I'll find some other work for you," she said. "Now, go ahead and pack up and then come into the den. I'm going to let you watch me masturbate before you leave. Does that sound okay?"Dumbfounded. Speechless. A total loss for words.She grinned at me. "C'mon now, get busy. If there's time, I might even let you pull that stiff cock. On the other end was a naked man that was slowly stroking his hard long cock.“I would love to do that for you David. Would you like that?”She was in another zone now. She didn’t wait for an answer before she went to the other end of the couch, and removed her robe. She laid down resting against the arm with her right leg on the back and her left on the floor. I think you get the picture.She looked over at the TV and watched it as she started rubbing all around her pussy. As she started to get. Tab mere sath ek romanchak ghatna hui non veg khalete hain to hmare pados me pakistan se aye hue akram khan unki wife joya rehte hain akram ek industry me manager hain or unki umar kuch 40 saal h or 2 bache h aksar unke bete yusuf or shorya hmare ghar khelte rehte hain humare beech kaafi closeness h or hum kayin baar ek dusre k ghar par dinner bhi krte hain . To kahani kuch yoon h kii akram or uski biwi ka plan tha ki iss bar hme pakistan lekr jayenge holidays me par mere husabnd ko kaam se. His hands looked so strong, like they knew exactly how to touch and please a woman. Her hand brushes against her nipple, the touch feeling like an electric jolt running through her. With a soft smile, she imagines for a moment that it’s Timothy’s hand touching her. Her body glistening with water and soapy bubbles, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror opposite the shower. The mist on the mirror makes her seem unreal. She watches her hand slip down her stomach, caressing slowly, moving.