I too stayed silent.After a few moments, he broke the silence and asked, “Bhabhi did you see me doing there in the hall?” I didn’t turn back but...just nodded my head. He then started crying. “Sorry bhabhi I couldn’t control myself that’s why. Forgive me bhabhi,” he said. I didn’t reply to him.He then stepped forward and held my waist from behind. I pushed his hands away but didn’t say anything. He then hugged me from behind. I didn’t move at all. He brought his lips to my neck and kissed me. .. I moan into the gag as this thought makes myimprisoned penis try to get erect, failing miserably and uncomfortably init's permanently bent down and compressed state... On with my pleasantlyuncomfortable task!Finally, vacuuming is done. I am getting tired, and I wish I could sitdown and rest - but I cannot, and not just because I have a lot to do.The long glass dildo is half-buried inside my ass and the other endsticking out of me for good ten inches like a tail, making it impossibleto sit on. Sarah has been a moderating force in your life after a tumultuous first two years of college. Some people have said she is a bit plain, a little too religious, and not very interesting but you know she is a good stable fit for you who helped you through a tough time after a messy tailspin of a breakup. You feel safe with her and comfortable starting a family after you get married next year. Sarah is fine looking with a pretty face, a bit skinny with perky breasts, long blond hair, and lively. As she pulled in, she realized her thighs were wet from more than just global warming. Her underwear was damp and she could feel her pulse between her legs. She stopped the car and was about to get out, but he casually strolled back to her door, pushed down her lock through the window. ‘Hey, I need to –’ ‘I thought you’d wanna watch me work,’ he simply stated, elbows perched in the open window. Then he smiled again, and she stayed put. He reached his arm through, brushing his hand along her.