Phir wo bola madam shayad iska valve kharab hua rahega. Maine kaha thik hai. Phir wo valve nikalane laga. Itne mein valve nikalkar gir gaya aur poora ...ani jorse humpar udne laga. Main chillayi to sanjay bola madam aap uske muhpar haath rakh do, nahi to tank se poora pani beh jayega. Maine foran haath rakha. Main puri tarahase bhig gayi thi. Wo mere pichhe khde hokar valve repair karane ki koshish karata raha uski oar meri peeth thi. Aur mere chutad uske samne the. Maine pichhe mudkar dekha to. A loud smack of flesh-on-flesh reverberated through the room, and Patricia's pain was etched in the groan as she reached out for Cindy's shoulders."Oh, you want a hug, do you?" Cindy smirked, relishing the dominance she'd managed to establish over the arrogant old bitch. "Careful what you wish for, granny. Watch my firm boobs put yours to sleep."The redhead's arms wrapped around Patricia's somewhat more fleshy waist, and she pulled the mature woman into her chest. The blonde grunted at the. But why was Greg asking her about it? ‘Uh, yeah,’ she answered, not trying to hide her confusion. Wasn’t she kneeling here with his cock in her face? ‘The next time I see you,’ Greg explained, ‘I want you to be wearing it.’ His hand stroked her cheek. ‘Want to know why?’ he asked, leering at her. She nodded. ‘Because you looked so hot in it, that day in the conference room. That night at Cavanaugh’s. That whole day I was thinking about seeing you on your knees in that skirt.’ Julie felt a warm. If she had an issue, her pussy betrayed her. She was wet. Of course, some of that was probably left over cum from my son and who knows who else.Soon she was working it with her ass moving back to meet my every thrust. She truly was a slut. She may have been trying to muffle her moans but the sound of skin slapping skin could not be dampened. It didn't take long before I was shooting my load into her obviously well used snatch. Without a word, I pulled up my pants and left the room, almost.