She was wearing black pants and a purple buttoned down shirt, with back pumps. She looked nice, in a prim and proper sort of way, her B sized breasts ...otally covered up. "Whatever," I thought to myself, and went over to my hubby to kiss him on the lips. "I hope she chokes of jealousy." After a while the drinks got everyone loose and the dancing started. I was burning up with heat; I was so wet my juices were running down my thighs in little rivers. I reached between my legs to wipe some of the. This man's organization produced a waste disposal problem that could not be solved by putting the trash out by the curb. I also realized that I might become one of these disposal problems if I refused his offer."Yes Sir. I'll be the best mortician you ever saw." and so began my training.The cooler door open and closed again. Angelo was back. I glanced at him long enough to determine that he wasn't a happy camper. My next "customer" was on a gurney in there. Angelo would have had to move him. She sat in his lap then leaned way forward. I gripped his cock and slid it between her ass cheeks. She slid her ass cheeks up and down on his cock but never let him penetrate. He moaned and sounding like he was going to cum soon, and she got off him and slapped him hard. “Don't you dare cum. What are you some kind of stupid oversexed boy,” she asked sneering. I pushed him down to the floor with his back against the chair. I grabbed his hair and leaned his head back. I put one leg up on the. Let’s get into the story then,I was waiting right outside my girlfriend’s hostel for over 30 minutes. It was November. You should know, in Coimbatore, November is cold, at least at 6 am and I was literally freezing out there.It wasn’t unusual for me to wait for my girlfriend near her hostel. But, today was different. She didn’t want me to know what she was wearing. It was more like a birthday present to me.My girlfriend had been planning for this date for a long time now, ever since I made her.