Thirdly from this romantic short erotic encounter, like from a famous novel which won world wide amazing attention."Sir, You do look like Frits van de... Ploeg! Did you perhaps live here for some years, much more many years back?" Well by Jove, I am indeed!" (Influence of his father G. J. van der Ploeg, who spoke no other tonguesbut was good at quotes, like all of us after him, the power of the words spoken, in the 'Tale of Kanaän'."QUOD LICET JOVI, NON LICET BOVI"*, he said some Sundays of. Then I offered her some cold drinks and fetch Irfan my friend and introduced them with each other. She looked at him strangely and inquired that is he the very guy I mentioned about. I replied in affirmation and she assured her that he can help her. ‘How on which grounds, where and why’ were the questions that she asked me about. And I simply asked that it will all be done right here and 100% success is guaranteed. Then Irfan took over the charge of the situation and asked her to be relaxed and. Every look, every word spoken and every gesture, now seemed to involve lots of eye contact and the intimacy was electric. All the while the banter was fun, partly flirtatious, always light, with me joking that in the old days, I would have done the work myself but I was getting too old. ‘You’re not too old, how old are you?’. ‘Guess!’ She stood back, gave me an appraising look and then answered. Thirty five!’ she exclaimed. I laughed. ‘Add ten!! You can come again’ I responded cheekily.. She has never been used like this, and whilst she was enjoying every moment, she knew she couldn't stop it. Suddenly he pulled his hand out of her soaking cunt and newly stretched arsehole. Ginger's face was still pressed against the glass, but now her face was scarlet and covered in her sweat. Her sweat was also smothered over the glass of the window, and her sweat soaked hair (now even darker than her normal delicious bright ginger) stick to it spread out like a fan.He forced his hand up to.