With a nod to the driver, the cab departed for Benjamin's uncle's house. It was a bumpy ride over the cheap cobbles as they approached the poorer end ...f London, but a mercifully short one. The cab halted outside a run-down tenament block, and Benjamin stepped down from the cab, and made his way to a doorway, sidestepping the drunk sleeping in his own vomit. An expertly aimed kick to the door sprang it open with a wrenching noise, and he disappeared into the hallway. A pricking sense of. ....except for companionship. Thank goodness for the Internet.I have been in touch with a lot of the ladies I'm involved with including another who is still becoming one.I met Penny several years ago and we hooked up for an afternoon. She had not been out of prison long enough to get a regular job and her transition was still an impediment otherwise. I helped her with some of those costs as did others on most weekends.A year or so ago her living conditions improved as she picked up a more. By 1 pm , she still wasn't there, so I went up to her room to see if she was there or not. At the door, I could hear muffled sounds, so I quickly went into my room, and went to the adjoining door. Good thing the walls are soundproof, for as I slowly cracked the door, and peeked in, there was Joe, slamming Peggy missionary position, with that cock going deeper and deeper. First slow, then fast, then slow, then fast...all the while,with his one hand cupped over her mouth to suppress her. .Par may kaha sune vala thaaa meri to gadi nikal chuki thi mine uska blouse khla or bra may hat dalke uske boobs dabane laga vo puri garam ho chuki thi or mon kar kahi thi aaaahhh maja aaa raha hayy sush or jor say karooo aaaaaahhhhh aaaaahhhhhhh maslo mere boobs aaaaaahhhhhh I loveee uuu sush may sirf tumhari huuu aj jo chahe karlo aaaaaahhhhhh..Aaaaahhhhhh..May ye sunke or jor se dabane laga or usko kiss karne laga maine uskii saree bhi utar di ab vo sirt bra n panty may thi red n blue bahot.