I hesitantly entered her house. I remember the complete misunderstanding between Shankar and me and arguments we had in my last visit. Jaya handed ove... the money for this month installment; I started to talk with apologizing tone “Jaya, it is alright if you didn’t pay, sorry about my last visit to your house”.Jaya looked into my eyes and replied “if you are not taking it back, I will consider that you are insulting me and trying to pay money for the sex, and don’t apologize for that last visit,. “Have you tried down at the Boxing Club?” I ask.“Yeah, I’ve tried, but they don’t have anything for me.”Alf is now in his Fifties, but years ago he was a professional Boxer. Quite a talent by all accounts, unfortunately he gave into the temptation of drink and his career dipped. He still did the odd stint at the local Boxing club, training the youngsters, but it seemed as if even that had dried up.“I’m sorry to hear it Alf, If I have any other odd jobs I need doing I’ll let you know.”“Thanks,. By now I could already feel my pussy was sopping wet, my fluids soaking through the panties I was wearing. Jess must have noticed cause she was watching my crotch and eventually pulled away. I leaned up and removed my shirt before laying back down and then we began to kiss again, our pantie covered pussies grinding into each other. God, I could feel her grinding on my clit, both of our moaning into the other's mouth as we made out, our tongues dueling for supremacy. Before I could really enjoy. Dhire dhire meri ye aadat ban gayi ki jab bhi wo nahati me use kahi se bhi chipkar dekhta aur apne khade hue lund ko jor jor se dabata. Uska mere ghar me aana jana laga rehta tha. Ek din kismat kuch aisi chali ki me ghar par akela tha aur me jese hi nahakar bathroom se bahar aaya wo mere ghar aayi aur sabko puchane lagi. Mene towel lapet rakha tha. Wo meri mom ko puchi. Mene kaha mom ghar par nahi hai aur baki log bhi ghar par nahi hai. To wo mere sath majak karne lagi. Boli me teri towel khich.