One windy morning as the sheets on the line were waving I noticedsomething else on the middle line. 3 or 4 long-line and open bottomgirdles were hangi...g there with some other clothes.After dropping the paper, I walked back between the rows of hanginglaundry drawn like a magnet to the shiny white nylon and spandex girdles.I briefly felt one of them and felt myself growing oh so hard in mypants. I freaked about possibly being seen and went and finished thelast half a dozen stops on my route and. I knelt and buried my face in that sopping wet twat as she pumped her fingers in and out of herself,the feeling of my cock swinging free and a cotton thong rubbing at my arsehole as I pumped away at my shaft sent me over.She could tell I was coming"Lean back I want to see you come I obliged as I started to spurt,she shuddered arched her back and came heavily herself."you can keep the thong as a momento",she giggled.This happend up until we both had steady relationships.About a month later i. I can deliver messages. I can collect or deliver envelopes or boxes. I can consult. But the muscle stuff? I would dishonor Don Joseph’s memory by doing that. And honor is everything.”He chuckled, “You sure you don’t have Sicilian blood in you?”“I may be German-Irish, but I listen and learn. And I know the value of duty, honor, and keeping my word. I’m flattered you would trust me that way.”“OK, kid. Theo will be in touch. If you change your mind, let him know. I’ll find very lucrative work for. Tushaar: Main karta hun na, kya tumhe achcha nahi laga.Main bolna to chahti thi ki kafi maza hai isme. Par chup rahi apni sharmo haya dikhane ke liye to woh bola: Bolo Shobha, kya tumhe ye pasand aaya?Main: Mmmm.Tushaar ek aur baar meri choot se gand tak chaat bola: Mmmm kya, khul kar bolo.Main: Achcha laga, bohut.Tushaar wapas apna muh mere andar le gaya aur meri choot ko chatne laga. Apni jeeb se meri choot ki honto ke sath khelta to kabhi upar jakar meri gand ki ched par apni jeeb ki nok.