She should know, but I can't being myself to wake her, to disrupt this vision in front of me. Wait, my phone, why not tell her what I am thinking? She...can read it tomorrow. Opening my phone I start to type some messages.I watch you as you sleep, wantingto hold you. Wanting to touch you and make you feel what I feel as I watch you sleep.I decide not to send a long message, just short ideas and thoughts, so I send the first one and continueI want to play with you so badly.I slip off the end of. Main ye soch kar pagal ho raha aur aunty to mujhse normal hee baat kar rahi thi.fir raat ko aunty ne mujhe apne room mein bulaya main gaya to wo mirror k samne bethhi thi unhone night pehni thi.jis mein se mujhe unk boobs dekh rahe the.to mera lund khara hone laga.aur tent ban gaya.Aunty: Jay aaj tum yahi par so jaoMe: thik hai auntyFir main wahi par bethh gaya.fir wo bed par aayi aur room ki light band kar di aur meri tarfpith kar k so gayi.but mujhe nind nahi aa rahi thi.maine une hug. The Delivery Man was frozen. He gingerly put the package on the floor and paced backwards and forwards. Training had never covered this. Should he untie her and ask for a signature? No, thatd just feel stupid. But he was running out of time, bound to his schedule. She must have heard him moving around, what looked like a smile forming over her gag, her thighs parting just a little bit more. He watches as the slit of her pussy mound delicately unzipped, her tantalizing pink flower blooming. Slick Saturday night, drunk on his ass. He was trying to fuck some girl he met at the Gables strip joint, but she wasn’t having any, and he struck out. On the way back to his motel Gary as he called himself (who knows if that was his actual name) told him about his wife, a former WDD world champion whore wrestler who could bench 250. He didn’t know that Henry knew all the ladies who worked the Gables. No way, this girl would take on this rube when she saw Henry. In fact, Henry’s lady, Laurie,.