My nurse was looking at my bulge at my pant and plants a smile. Then I start to insert my hand inside of her shirt. Then I can feel she was wearing a ...anian type thing which was inserted into her pant. I started to pull out. She holds my hand and look around anyone was seeing us. The she allowed me to pull out her banian. And I could feel her bare skin. She was enjoying when I was rubbing her. I was rubbing her all over her back side of her and her bare ass. After some times the surgery got. She didn’t move. I was on the right track.My hand moved down, down but wandering without a compass. If her torso had been the Mississippi River, my hand would have been roaming around St. Louis instead of the Delta. She said nothing as she let me continue my silly caresses of her lower stomach. She seemed like she might let me go further.Finally, she reacted.“What do you have there?” she said defiantly, her eyes pinned to my tenting crotch.She opened my fly and reached in.“You know what to do. "Nothing. I have to get back home. Enjoy the cake."Then I took off at a sprint. I made it home in record time. My Mom was washing up the baking dishes when I pounded in through our back door."What's gotten into you?" she asked."She said thank you," I panted. "For the cake," I added, just in case there was any confusion."Why are you so out of breath?" asked my mother."Ran home," I said."I expected you to stay longer," she said. "You haven't been over there for months." They were going out," I. Mammi muja apni sath ghar lay gai Mana ak Beer (Kingfisher) ki bottle bhi purchase ke our ghar pochta he hamna do do pag beer ak lagya mammi na saddi panha hoi thi mana mammi ak hath mana apna lund pa rakha diya our hilyna laga mammi ma paint ke zip khol ker ma underwear ka under hath dal ker lund ko maslna lagi our 5 min bad mara lund 7” inch ka our mota ho gaya mara lund dekh ker dar gaya our kahna lagi itna mota lamba our mota lund mana apna hath mammi ka sar pa rakha our lips pa ak kiss.