.mmmmm..baby..thango..thango..innum speed a pannu da..do it faster.. Ahhh..baby.Then I shifted to her other breast.All she did was moan hard and press...my head more and more into her body.Only her sounds of “ahhh..chlm..love you da..ahhh.. mmmmm..mmmmmmmm.. aahhhhh..love you..aahhh.. mmmmaaaa…baby..thango.. chlm.. dlu ma.. baby..speeda speeda.. mmm..” were all I could hear. This further encouraged me.I constantly changed the breasts and she never asked me to stop. All this happened with her. In other words, this isn't how I expected my Monday to go.~6:00 P.M. An hour before the madness.Rough black nylon. Smooth wood floors. I paced. Impatient. Thigh-high stockings brushed back and forth over the sparse one-room flat, work clothes folded neatly in the corner. How I got away with it, I’ll never know.I had gone to work as I always do, wearing my navy blazer and pencil skirt like I always do. Underneath, though, that's where my secret stayed nestled, screwed deep inside my tight. Well, he'd have to find the emergency lights and disconnect them. Less than a minute later, her heard a hum, and all the lights kicked on again. The house had a backup generator. Ken found it, absently noting that the fuel tanks powering the generator were full, then shut it down. He spent the next hour finding and disconnecting the batteries in all the emergency lights he could find. By the time he was finished, and had turned the house power back on, the security guy was there.He was a nice. Nidrapoyinattu acting chesthu amma nana dengudu chusthundi nana amma puku 15 nimshalu dengi amma sandla meda karchadu eddaru battalu vesukoni light off chesi padkunnaru .Naenu melli ga shabdam cheyakunda velli annam tini na chelli pakkana aepati lagae padukunna ala naenu padukunnaka nidralo aevaro na modda ne patukunnatu anipinchindi kala kavachu ani mella ga kanulu tercha antae na chelli na modda ne adisthundi na modda ne kindaki meda ki antu ala anae sariki naku karipoyindi adi navipu chusi.