When he asked me again I could hear slight irritation in his voice. He obviously wasn’t used to this lack of attention when he spoke. “I thought y...u guys finished recording here at 10?” he asked. When I didn’t answer and continued to study him (he looked quite underweight and shabby to me) he said, “Hello..? You are Stevie Nicks right..?” “I’m asking you a question!” I looked him in the eyes for the first time and was quite surprised, his eyes where in huge contrast to the rest of his looks.. I know you are a cock hungry tart! And now you are going to be a good girl for me. I want a piece of that pie!” His hand was sweaty and his fingers were rubbing over my thong, working their way to my slit. “Still a little damp from your bus ride, I see,” he said leering at me. He was slowly marking the map with one hand, while pushing his middle finger into my pussy with the other. He whispered to me, “You remind me of my stepdaughter. She was very pretty and a good girl, like you, except she. He turned, it was the first time he really had the opportunity to examine her and what was noted was appreciated although her dress wouldn’t rate in any fashion magazine but the erotic bit was that she was braless and very well endowed. “Hello Karen” he said. “Nice to meet up again; would you care to join me for a coffee?” he asked. The invitation did take her back a bit for it was very rare but only for seconds did she hesitate before giving an accepted reply but with the explanation that she. Mere dimag me bas vo sab chiz chal raha tha jo maine kuch der pahle dekha tha. mujhe yakin nahi ho raha tha ki sach me maine vo sab chiz abhi dekha apni mummy ko Dadaji ke sath us bistar pe.Mummy kariban 1 ghante tak kitchen me rahi vo khana banake bahar aayi mai tv dekh raha tha unke chehre pe ek ajeeb si chamak thi aur garmi se unka pasina nikal raha tha. Mummy ne kaha hum nahane jaa rahe hai tum kuch der me jake Dadaji ko khane ke liye kah dena itna kah ke vo nahane ke liye chali gayi. Mai.