Unhone ka kuch kam hai mere ghar aa sakte ho. Waise mein kehna bhul gaya ke meri mom aur woh ache dost ban chuke the aur mere no meri mom ke pass se l...ya that. Unke laptop mein problem tha to woh meine thick kiya air jane laga tabhi unhone pucha. Waise kya kaam karte ho tum maine kha kuch khass nhi bass aise hi normal job karta hun. Usne kha chote bacchon ko padah sakte ho kya . Maine kha yess , toh usne kha mere 2 bacche hai unhe tuition padhaoge kya . Maine turant yess bol diya or unse paise. It was almost hard to believe that hers and Kelly’s cunts existed for the same purpose as they were so different looking from each other.By the time Rachel came back and sat next to me, Kelly was back to fucking Keith. Keith slammed her cunt really hard, jumping his own butt off the bench. Kelly came again, much harder that time. She squirted him down good with her cum. I could see her fluids dripping from his nuts. He spoke into her ear and Kelly climbed off, knelt, and took his huge prick. “No!” he started to pull away, but I held him to me, stroking his back, kissing him lightly. I brought him to the bed and laid him down, then moved next to him. He spoke softly, his head against my shoulder. “He started to use me about a year ago, when we spent a weekend fishing at his cabin. Sometimes I wear panties and stockings for him, but I won’t let him put it in my butt. He fingers me some, but I won’t go any further. Sometimes, if he’s been drinking he will suck me, but it isn’t. Jack was standing outside waiting for me and when I waved to him from across the street, he smiled. Wow, he was breath-taking. Even foggy with heartache I could appreciate his beauty. The coffee shop Jack picked was a small one with only two or three tables inside. We took our seats and sat for what felt like hours talking about everything and anything but never once about work and never once about Greg, and it felt great. The waiter was making it clear that it was time for us to leave and as.