But he didn't give her any chance to recover. Even while her climax was still washing over her, he rolled her from lying on her side to lying flat on ...er back, turning with her so he could lie on top without ever pulling out. Then he used his knees to spread her legs widely, enabling himself to thrust deeply and grind his hips into her from above.He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, pinning her spread-eagled on the bed. Then he really began fucking in earnest, plowing much deeper. " Good. That calls for a drink." she laughed.I laughed too and said, "pussy". Then, "Trudy, can I ask you something else?" Anything baby." You know when Margaret had that carrot and said it looked like her husbands thing but it was hard and he wasn't?" Do you think that it can really be that long?" Honey, of course. Hell, that carrot was only about 5 or 6 inches long. Stan's is bigger than that. Damn, I always thought that tall drink of water you're married to must have at least a foot hanging. Her long legs were looking very sexy in black pencil heels and in that body-hugging dress her hourglass figure was on full display. Her juicy Punjabi boobs were trying to come out from that tight dress.Simran was also wearing dark-red lipstick and her lips were looking so juicy. She sensed that I was checking her out from head to toe.Without asking me any questions, she said that she has dressed for the occasion as we are going to have a party tonight and there will be no studies. It had to be. Her hair was reddish blonde and was tied on top of her head. She wore no make-up and appeared to be just finished with a workout. Her sports bra was soaked. Her hands were exceptionally smooth, and her nails looked as if she spent much time at the nail studio. Even without makeup, her face was naturally beautiful, and she had taken great care of herself.I took the club soda, thanked her, and stepped back into my office. She followed offering, “Please let me make sure the stain comes out”.I.