We got about 20 feet down the road when Julie dragged me into a nearby alleyway. I was led to the end of the alley and pushed against a wall near a di...ming light.Julie put my hands on her tits through the material of her dress and immediately started opening the buttons. Staring at her cleavage and the top of my white bra, I needed no further instruction; I slipped my hands inside her bra and started playing with her nipples whilst she began humping my upper thigh. Julie’s breathing became. Thodhee hee der mey wo bhee mere saath dene lagee. Ab maine apne lund ko uske choot mey pura dalne ke liye ek jorka jhat ka maara to Reshmi dard ke maare chatpatha uthi. Wo apne hothon ko mere hothon se chudaake apne garden ko peeche karte huye jor jorse siski maarne lagi aur bolne lagi ke “ohhhhh… ahhhhh… lagggg rahaaaa haiiiiii… uuuhhhhhh… rk aaaaahhhhhhhhh chod do, aur zorseeeeee mai tumhaari wife hoooonnn maarrroooooo aaaahhhhhhhh…”. Wo merey baal ko sahlaate huye apne garden ko uthate huye. I could feel her body jerk as my tongue played with her sensitive blood engorged clit. I ran my hands up and down the full lenght of her legs from toe to pussy. Deprived of sight I knew her other senses were heightened and wanted to make her whole body tingle and come alive.My cock was swelling further in her mouth as she sucked me deep and hard but I wanted her to cum first before i fucked her again. I brought my hands back up to her pussy and pushed her legs wide apart. I pulled her pussy. She wandered through the hall greeting the people she knew when she suddenly stopped cold. Her heart began to hammer and her ears felt like they were burning. There, in a throng of people stood her former fiancé James Tremayne: tall, still trim of figure, and dressed to perfection in a black swallowtail suit. He sported a bushy moustache and side whiskers as was the current fashion, and he exuded wealth and dignity. His face looked slightly weather-beaten, with traces of a deep tan much like a.