Uski chut pe touch kar raha tha. Vo niche se uchal k land ko chut me lene ki kosis kar rahi thi. Lekin touch hota or bahot maja aata …Me to bobs chu... raha tha. Or fir gardan or kan chs raha tha. To tina ne mera land pakada or uski chut pe rakha. Or khud hi upar hoke lene lagi. Me kiss kar raha tha.Fir to mera bhi control nai raha. Jeise hi tina ne land pakada or upar aayi k mene jor ka shot mara to mera land sitha uski sil todata huva. Andar cuala gaya ..Uski to mano sans hi ruk si gayi. Aakhe. She seems to sleep. A bottle of wine on the coffee table. Empty. A wine glass half full. Katia’s wearing shorts. Hot pants I should say. A white singlet with spaghetti straps. How similar she looks to Nadine! Naturally tanned skin. Dark hair, shorter than Nadine’s. Katia’s stature is slightly taller than Nadine. Her breasts are sizeable, just like Nadine’s. Her body is slim. Not as petite as her daughter but giving her age she’s still a hottie. One of the reasons why I fell in love with her in. She'd gotten angry at herself, vowed to never read his emails again, to tell him it was over, she wasn't going to do the next thing he told her to ... yet she hadn't.She'd worn shorter and shorter skirts, never pants, never anything but dresses and skirts. And while her hemline had climbed higher, her neckline had plunged. Her breasts were to large to go without a bra, but those she'd worn went from straight utilitarian undergarments, to lacy contraptions designed to maximize and display her. Like clockwork she began calling every Friday and coming out the following day to check on Caesar. She would have a few words and maybe a cup of coffee with Rolly on the way in or on the way out, but Rolly never went riding with her and always seemed to be busy doing something else when she was around. Often he would be target practicing with an old-fashioned bow but never with any of the other odd things he had in the barn.Rachel was curious about this strange man who's sisters swore was not.