"What times lunch?" I interrupted."Oh, twelve," she answered as she quickly glanced at her watch. "Gosh, I better go. We only get forty-five minutes; ...he boss goes crazy if anyone's late." Would you have lunch with me?" I usually just get a pizza at the little place over there," she said pointing to a student hang out just across the street from the campus."Excellent! One large all dressed on me." But" I also have a proposition to make you." A what?" I have a garden," I started when we finally. “Fettuccine alfredo with chicken,” she answered.“And green beans with sliced almonds?” Justin inquired, opening a pie on the stove. “That’s different. Did they have a sale or something?”Erin took a deep breath. “No, I just wanted tonight to be nice.”Justin started to open the cupboard but was interrupted.“I already set the table,” Erin said.He didn’t notice that? I brought out the damn champagne goblets!Justin nodded and retrieved his plate from the table. His crisp shirt tucked into his pants. He was an all together different kettle of fish, he battered at her from the start, black loins met white cheeks with a slap at each stroke, her body slopping away from him like a wave with each hard push, her lithe frame crushed against the hard table-top relentlessly, by the onslaught. It was hard it was brutal and it was just what the moment demanded. She came again, then again gasping now breath in grunts as he forced the breath from her. Her head back now to keep the chin from the hard. Again she did not show any reaction. I thought that she also gone asleep. I slowly care her big boobs. She did not say anything. I got courage and reach my hand to her old pussy. It was completely dry. When I slowly started fingering her pussy she took my hand and throws it to my chest. I pretended that I am doing it with my wife. I said her name and request her to allow to fuck her. She did not say anything rather she went to sleep with other sisters. That day I could not do anything I live in.