They were against the wall, next to a bin, in the same position as in the bar -- he was between her legs. Only this time, her legs were further apart ...nd his whole hand was down the front of her thong. I watched as her heels clattered the floor as she tried to keep her balance while he fingered her furiously. She was desperately searching his mouth. He grabbed the front of her tiny white thong and pulled it down to her thighs. She tried to help, hurriedly pulling her thong down to her knees,. Back in his arms, again,drifting for a while. Then watching his face. Waiting to know. His handstroking my arm."It wasn't hers," he says. "Not really." What wasn't?" I'm feeling half asleep, just drifting, don't want it tostop."The thing I saw you with, whatever it's called. It wasn't hers." No?" I murmur. "No," he says. "Just a gift for someone. Too late to domuch good."He smiles. Whatever edge that had been there was gone. "Go on," hesays. "Try it. You know you want to."Well, no, I think. I. Although I couldn't have admitted it, my hips were rolling and thrusting like I was inviting him back to the bed! My face burned in a shameless blush.But Roger controlled himself, now feigning disinterest, as if it hadn't occurred. Lifting his towel from the floor at the doorway, he mumbled, "Want cornflakes for breakfast?"Licking the fullness of my pale dry lips, I glanced to his pole pushing the towel out from his groin. I rolled on my back, feeling the puddle of his warm creamy liquid. 6 feet height athletic with good fit body and sexy, fan of ISS stories who sharing their real experience and interested in hot girls and aunties who are in thirsty of sex for them I am here with my contact I am working in MNC company as manager in BangaloreI’m here today with my first story in ISS before that I would like to say ISS is one of the good platforms to connect two personalities to celebrate their sexual desires with secret relationship and love isn’t it? Now I will take you to my.