Kaise meri mazboori ne muzhey ess line me le aaya. Dosto sex har kisi ki khawish hoti hai. Eska ameeri gareebi umar rang se koi lena dena nahi.Baat aa... se kai saal pahle ki hai. Mai ek ghar me pg rehta tha. Landalady koi 55 saal ki rich aurat thi. Pati marr gaya tha aur bacchey metros me rehte the.Waha hum 2 log alag alag room me pg rehte the.Hum aksar tv dekhne aur chai peene ke bahaane neechey jaaya karte the.Hum unki respect karte the aur wo bhi humara khyal rakhti thi. Aur aksar humey gudie. Tell me how bad you want it." He says. Nope, this girl ain’t a beggar. I did that muscle move where I squeezed him as hard as I could. After a few good squeezes I hollered back “Fill it up!!” and kept repeating the hard squeeze. Soon he just yelled "Devil Bitch" and I felt him start to spasm. I’ve never been called that before. I kind of like it. The more I dwell on it, the more I like it. His orgasm often pushed me into the same, The vaginal orgasm can't be topped. Not this time,. Are you an early rider or late?”She paused this time, but whatever she saw in my face made her decide. “I’m pretty flexible. Gennie said you work weird hours, so whatever worked best for you.”Genny, Gennifer to most of us, is this gorgeous mid-thirties blond that probably figured in the fantasy life of every guy and half the women who lived around here. She wasn’t a player and was happily married to her husband, but when she wore a bikini to the pool, everyone noticed! I remember some problems. “What a spread, scrambled eggs, homemade hash browns, lots of bacon and toasted sourdough bread – yummmmmm!” I said.“After breakfast, can you guys let me in on the mysterious paintings?” our mother asked.“Sure thing, Jugs!” I answered causing her to blush.“Did I tell that story yesterday?” she asked, touching the side of her head.“Oh, there’s a story behind that particular nickname, Mom?” I asked.“Yes, eat your breakfast, it’s getting cold!”I dug into it all as did my little sister – Mom always.