Fir woh raat ko humaare ghar main hi sone lagi baton baton main usne bataya jain sahab to kabhi kabhi hi usse lagte hain meri bv boli mere to din raat...lage rehte hain fir unhone wohi bf dekhi or raat ko saath main bed room main chale gaye wahan meri thodi si bachi rum padhi thi pehle to usne mana kiya fir maan gayi meri bv khoob saare juice main rum daal ker mila diya or peete peete baaten kerne lage wo boli ki jain saab jab kuch nahin kerte to tum kya kerti ho woh boli ki yeh bhi koi poochne. Auch die Kinder sind voll lieb ..." Als sie so mit ihrer Mutter tratscht kommt mir eine Idee. Zeit für etwas versautes Risiko. Also stelle ich mich so nahe wie möglich an die Tür, hole meinen Schwanz raus und wichs mir einen, keine 2 Meter von Samra, der Babysitter-Teen-Fickschnitte entfernt … oooooh wie geil!!!! da höre ich gerade noch wie sie sich von ihrer Mum verabschiedet und gerade noch rechtzeitig lasse ich meinen Schwanz in meiner Hose verschwinden mit den Worten: "ah bist du auch. She started stroking it fast and looking at my dick like she wanted to devour it whole. The look in her face reminded me of when I first began to fantasize about her and now I just watched her start sucking my cock. It was making me lose control it felt so damn good and I began to worry about cumming to fast again. That's when she stopped "fuck me now!" She said and lied down on the couch and I followed right away our bodies now pressed together with my cock being squeezed against her bush and. ’ About that time our meal was served and we ate in silence as we swapped occasional glances, hers with an obvious air of anger and mine of guilt. We finished our meal and Paula left with out much goodwill transpiring between us, obviously I wasn’t as funny as I thought and had failed miserably. Chapter III: Paula and I worked on our project professionally, conversing only as work required. I maintained my professionalism, as did she, in fact Paula was quite the young engineer. Then a few.