On top of a miserable evening and a rotten day, hewas going to have a difficult drive home.Then, he saw the flat left rear tire on his car. Anger well...d up in histhroat. How the hell was he going to change a tire in this mess?And then he saw the flat left front tire. It had to be deliberate; ithad to be Pete. He opened the door, got into the car, and broke down andcried.He'd been sobbing for a while when he heard a gentle tapping on thedriver's side window, which had fogged over. His first. . Are you questioning my fashion sense, Sis?" The clothes make the man, Bill," Shirley said. "Don't you remember Dad always saying that!" Yeah, I do!" Dad always looked his best and expected us to as well.Later that night, I got a text message from Shirley:"Dinner at Fowler's Restaurant. Reservation for 6:45pm on Saturday, dress to impress! That means wear a tie, dummy! Love you, Shirley!"Damn! She didn't tell me anything about this woman, what her name was, what she'd be wearing, the color of. . aaahhhh, mmm ….. mmm… more… more … hard …. hard… n …. harder, after a few thrusts I said I was cumming and she moved out and all the cum was spread over the bedsheet. With our shout, screams and moans retesh woke up and he was well mindful of his sleep as he knew that the next day is Poonam’s birthday and he picked the camera and took few nude photos of us in a flash.I was shocked that as if there was some Police raid as generally, no one flashes a light at this time.She shouted at retesh. Her nails grazed the sensitive flesh of the curve of my lower breasts.She read me like a book. As my orgasm began, she pressed her thigh upwards and pulled me to her mouth.Before our lips met, she said, “It’ll be like you are cumming in my mouth.” As our mouths touched, she held me tightly and, she was right. It was exactly as if I had given her my orgasm, pushed it into her mouth with my tongue.She held me. My chin on her shoulder, her arms around me, my cunt still moist on her thigh.Together,.