A low cut "wife beater" tee strained to hold in her bountiful chest. In one of my few brave moments, I had taken a chance and rifled through her linge...ie drawer. I knew for a fact she was sporting a nice pair of 32DDs.(Author's note: Ok, I acknowledge that all the women are busty. I get it. My story, my fantasy)I was not surprised to see that her nipples were threatening to cut through the fabric. Somehow Mrs. Reynolds nipples were always hard, not sometimes, always. I chalked it up to her. I hadn’t received a text or phone call from Tom in over a week.Five minutes after I arrived, Lindsey stepped up close to me and whispered into my ear. “I’d love to taste your pussy.”I laughed. “I need some fucking cock in me tonight,” I whispered back.“There’s plenty of it in here.”The truth was I hadn’t fucked since Tom moved out, at least not a guy. I’d fucked my sister a few times and I’d had some fun with Lindsey a few times after work but I was really starting to get antsy for a nice hard. She opened her legs as wide as she could. He noticed she was bald down there. Normally he thought bald pussies looked a bit childish, but right now that one looked damn good, he wanted to be between those tan firm thighs licking the hell out of that hairless cunt. She ran her finger over her pussy lips, spreading her moisture, until her pussy glistened in the sunlight. Slowly her shove a finger deep inside of her. A little purr slipped from her parted pink lips. She pumped her finger in and out. Liya or call kiya…..pahle hum normally batein krne lage ..thodi der me hamari normal baatein sexy baton me badal gayi or hum dono phone sex kar k so gayeNext day subah 11 baje karib uska call aya..mujhe thodi hairaani hui or maine uska pick kar liya…. me- helloPriyanka-hi karan ,priyanka bol rahi huMe- hi, naam lene ki kya jarurat hai, tumhe bhool thodi sakta hiPriyanka- kya hum abi mil sakte hainMe- haan,par koi jaruri kaam hai kyaPriyanka- haaan kal raat ko phone par baat krne k baad se bahut.