She turned immediately and came to him."Sorry, my darling," she said. "The smell of coffee was so enticing and I'm not used to having a love in my lif...." Nor am I and it makes me selfish." He kissed her softly. "Go and get your coffee."She poured it and came back. "Room for a little one?" she asked and, without waiting for an answer, sat on his knee.His arm went round her."Happy?" he asked.She smacked his face gently. "Don't ask silly questions. I love you, Mr Braithwaite."He smiled up at her.. It was cracked just a peak and as he reached for the handle he heard her moan. He turned and peered in through the crack and watched one of his favorite fantasies unfold. He edged the door just enough to see her whole body. One arm curved and clutching her breast, the other working its way down, closer and closer to her pussy. She played with herself teasingly and slowly worked off the shorts she was wearing. He felt himself harden and wondered for a second if this was wrong. He decided it. She brought her 6’4”, slim, good looking b/f as well. One night (his birthday) we got a bit drunk with some friends and family members. Walking home he needed to rest so did so on a low wall on the boundary of a then empty hospital. We ended falling over onto the grass the other side. After laughing for a few seconds I suddenly felt him unzip my jeans, pull out my semi hard cock and start enthusiastically sucking it. OMG he could really suck cock. Stopping every 30 secs or so to kiss me so I. .o daralo..friend der agiye jete bollo..ami kache giye bollam kothai gechile? ei friender bari..okhan thekei firchi..tumi ekhane ki korcho? ami bollam kichu na aj ektu adda marchi..o bole chole jachilo..ami bollam bari jabe??Obollo ha dekhi auto te jabo ami bollam amar sathe jabe? o bollo ha cholo..ami bollam darao aschi bole amar bike ta anlam oke pichone bosiye bollam cholo..o bosle amra barir dike jete laglam..ami oke jiges korlam tumi amake answer ta dile na.. o bollo tomar ki mone hoi? ami.