30pm?" I smiled again as he took my hand ,nearly shaking it off at the wrist," God I'd love that, my A.J. you look so fucking hot, pardon my French, y...u look gorgeous!" I looked down at myself, I was wearing a bright orange vest top and a pair of blushing pink cut-offs, " Hardly hot John, not in my "scruffs"," He carried on gushing with praise for me, " You look wonderful, gorgeous, that's what you are!" John made to give me a peck on my cheek then shook Simon warmly by the hand, " 8.30 tonight. She whispered to "go deeper." I complied and soon had my five fingers in, nearly up to the wrist. I pretended to fuck her by using my fingers. Believe it or not she was getting hornier wetter. I could feel the juices covering my hand.I was perspiring now. This was absolutely unbelievable. In my wildest dreams I never imagined being with her in this manner. As I continued to massage her vagina, she rotated her hips to fuck my fingers and part of my hand. I asked her if it was good. She said,. She picked it up carefully. Normally the only things the shelf were used for was to hold her empty food trays and the occasionaly equipment that someone would bring in to use on her. She unfolded the fabric and realized that it was clothes. A short skirt of a light pink fabric that was attached with a sticky sort of catch and a thin, short shirt were there.Holding the items up she concluded that they must be for her to wear, otherwise why would they be here. She put on the skirt and noticed. Sui ke bad bola chori bandh lijiye.Bhabhi kapra sambhal kar taiya ho gai.or boli bap re bap bari jor se chubha tha.mai bola ki aap jhut bolti hai.usne puch kyon maine bola ki bhaiya ka itna mota under leti hai to kisi ko batati hi nahi hai aur thora sa sui kya chubha sor macha diya.bhabhi jhep gai aur boli o to mai hi janti hoon kaise under leti hoon.kitna chubhata hai bhaiya ko kya pata unhe to kewal chubhane aata hai.o to roj chadh jate hai meri parwah kon karta hai.mara dard kon samjhta.