‘You’ll need to make a decision about that in the next couple of days and let me know,’ she said. I nodded. I was taking her clothes off in my i...agination, exploring the curves and planes of her body. She knew it. She smiled and a little discomfort moved through her body like a single wave on a calm pond. ‘One more piece of business for today,’ she announced. ‘I want you to lock the door,’ she said motioning toward her inner office door, take off all your clothes and spend at least twenty. Uss ka yey sunna tha kay hum dono nay aik dosray ki taraf dekha or sonia ko kaha key tum fikar na karooo or aik boob may nay apnay moon may lay liya or dosray per arshan chimat gaya or hum nay sucking shoro kerdi keya mast boob thay uss ki nipple ko chosnay may bohat maza araha tha boob bohat tight thay or chhootay chootay thay aram say hath may arahey thay phir aik hath say uss ki choot ko sehlanay laga uss ki choot gille horahey theee may nay apni aik ungli uss ki choot may dali to wo. Somewhere in the old streets of New Orleans there was an estate centuries old. To the outside eye, it was the vacant and dilapidated mansion of the very late someone or other, whose name had been lost to time. The city hadn’t torn it down due to the history of the place but has yet to do anything about the condition either. It was for the most part, just what it looked like. But for a certain woman… It was so much more. She sat quietly on the edge of the balcony, the window to her old room open. " See that switch over there? Flip it off." she continued. I did and the room became pitch black. "Great, now I can't see," I bitched again. Suddenly I was struck in the face by some sort of cloth. I soon realized it to be her bikini bottoms, followed quickly by her top. I quickly began to strip naked as well, and I followed her into the pool. I was beginning to realize that this may be the day I had long desired for. She splashed her way over to me and jumped into my arms. We began to make.