I was getting an alimony that was slightly higher than her sole income at one point. For every dollar that she earned he earned 100, do the maths."And...since then you have bled me dry. At every juncture you have sent Annie to me asking for money. I had to contribute to the money for her car, for her collage, each of her Europe trip and what not. And where have you been all this time? I sometimes wonder how Annie stands you after seeing how dependent you have been on me for even her smallest. ." She said provocatively..."What?" The man pretended...She stands up and walks towards him. He presses to the back of the couch and she lifts her leg above him, resting it over the arm of the couch. He can clearly see her perfectly shaved pussy, slightly opened in front of him..."This..." She whispers. The man was holding back, but he can't hold back any longer. He lets go of the wine glass and moves closer to her, resting his mouth over her pussy, filling the wetness of it spread over his. Aayana okkare untunnaru. Sir Nannu lopaliki pilichi talupu vesaru, pattu pancha techhi naaku icharu kattuko ani naaku ela kattukovalo teliyaledu. Sarma sir naa avastha choosi naa deggaraki vachi pant vippu annaru. Nenu siggu paddanu pant vippataniki, appude naaku lightga atulu, meesalu noogaruga peragatam modalu pettayi. Naa cheyyi patti lagi sarma sir naa belt, pant gundeelu teesaru. Naa zip lagesaru. Naa pant jaari kalla deggara padidini. Nenu only VIP underwear lo unnanu. Sir naa shirt kooda. Janice was of Puerto Rican descent with a perfect figure. Not that she showed it off much, Janice always wore a pantsuit at work. Next to her, Miriam felt merely comely. Pale complexion, dirty blond hair and brown eyes set in a face that was pretty but never beautiful. The only ‘advantage’, if you could call it that, was her breasts. Miriam’s were noticeably fuller but so was the rest of her figure. ‘Hey Janice, just wanted to tell you I started on the chest.’ ‘Anything interesting?’ Miriam.