Aour mien usey ouper hi sey chatney lagi. Meri shalwar geeli ho rahi thi us ney meri shalwar aour qameez utra ker mujhey nanga ker diya.Mien abhi tak ...s sey nazer nahien mila rahi thi. Tumari chatiyaan bata rahi hien tum shadi shuda ho” mien ney ser hila ker haan kaha To pati deve nahien chodtey ya is qabil nahien?” Mien ney kuch jawab nahien diya. Mien chahti thi ab yeh meri choot ko apney is lund key liyee tiyar kerey aour wohi usney shro ker diya uakey hath ki ungliyaan meri choot key cheer. Having a stocking foot fetish, I had given many women foot massages and am quite good at it. On first touch, she let out a soft moan and my cock involuntarily flinched, desperate to break free from its restrictive cotton prison. Much to my surprise, her stockings were pure silk, so much softer than nylon pantyhose or stockings. I briefly wondered how she ended up purchasing not only pantyhose, but silk pantyhose. We continued chatting although it was clear that my hands were making her feel. Her beauty distracted me far too much in the process of that work. When the basic work was finished, I began the sketch itself and there I was constantly reminded of just how angelic this woman’s features were. The curve of her eyebrows, the deep blue pools that were her eyes, how they gleamed in the light, that aquiline nose. Her neck, a white pillar of soft ivory. I stopped and simply looked. ‘Now that’s the way men look at me, but they generally have more lust in their eyes. And their eyes. Before we could get there, 2 big ol boys walked up to the group. I couldn't hear the exchange over the music, but the posture indicated that a fight was soon to happen. Tyler was a thick headed bastard and wouldn't bow out, while Ryan was his complete opposite, already trying to figure out which way to run.When we got there, one of the guys was about to hit Tyler. "The fuck do you think your doing!" I had to hell to be heard over the music, but my trained Marine voice was barely.