Seema apne room main chale gae aur aunty ne kha k apna vada yaad rkhna agar bhoole to tmhare liye bht masla ho jae ga main ne aunty se kha aunty app p...reshan na ho main apna vada nahi bhoolo ga aur aunty ne kha k thik hai mjhy zara kam se jana hai seema tmhara under intazar kr rahe hai aur mjhy 2 se 3 hours lage gain jbbTk tum apna aarman pura kro seema k nange badan se ye kha aur khardi hogae main bhi kharda hogaya aur seema k room ki taraf daikne laga thordi dair waise he daikhta rha to aunty. ..bikini panties, short tight dresses, and so on. Until we started our "stranger" sex she would never let me touch her pussy if she was having her period, but when I told her than some men, including me, liked pussy at that time of the month. Not all guys I talked to were willing to come home with me when I told them my wife was 'bleeding,' but a lot of guys were more than willing.One night I even told her that she had been violated by a teenager...too young to legally drink, but of legal age. Alisha walked with pride as if she had pride in being superior and stood near the door. She ordered, “Let me in, and you won’t lose this job,” blatantly at the guarding bouncer.“Who the hell are you?” asked the bouncer in a rather mild tone taking out his gun.“The woman screwing your Boss,” she said with pride glaring at the bouncer.“Then you should have a pass,” he murmured like a worried kid.Alisha had her ways with people, especially men. She took two steps backward and turned around,. To my left I can see out the windows and into the cool night. A brightly lit sign tells me that they serve Budweiser here. Budweiser, king of beers. I don’t care for it. Tastes like old piss to me. I’m more of a Coors kind of guy. Tap the Rockies, man. To my right I can see into the bar. A few hanging lamps dimly illuminate the table where Glen sits, listening to the instructions of Mr. Isaac. I can feel the hard surface of the bar against my back. An ancient jukebox plays a lonesome tune. I.