She was making this sound likea trial for a major crime. Maybe this was her first case. Maybe shewasn't as sage as I thought she was. Or maybe this ju...ge she was talkingabout was one of those small town justices who thought he was hot shit.If he took a dislike to me, I could find myself someplace like a countylockup. That wouldn't be as pleasant as their little jail was sure tobe, and using prisoners for unpleasant labor in small towns wasn'tunheard of. I decided it was best to take her. As Charlie heard her climax, he quickened his thrusting more, excited by watching her squirm under my tongue.“Oh yea, baby … oh yea squirt his face full of your juice … squirt his cum out of you and I’ll squirt mine up his ass!” His intensity was crazy, fucking me at a furious pace. “Oh! Take my cock you slut …. Oh yea! Here it comes!” He thrust into me and held my hips, digging into my flesh with his fingers, slapping his hips against my ass and pumping, pumping, pumping. I felt his cock. I used to live for such sexual encounters, but now, most convenience are closed - I miss it so much! It was instant, exciting, unpredictable, dangerous, anonymous, fulfilling and ultimately, ticked all my boxes sex-wise.I'm looking at YOUR naked pictures right now, and if I'd walked into my 'local' and came across you stood there, hard as fuck with your pants open, I wouldn't have believed my luck! What would I do?I'd spend a while feeling myself up through my jeans, watching you pleasure. We (I, my mother and my daughter) went to a shop in Pathanamthitta to buy clothes for the wedding of a guy who is my husband’s relative. The owner of the shop was Vinu’s father’s friend. After marriage, I always buy my clothes from there.So, Uncle was there when we arrived. He always cared a lot about me. Uncle said while I selected a churidar cloth that it will look good only if stitched properly. He told to tell that tailor that he referred me. Since it was a new area, I asked where to get it.