Her breathing got ragged suddenly. When she spoke, she sounded downright nervous.What are you doing, um, George? You weren’t ever interested in any ...f that, were you? I don’t think that –He slid his index finger in to the first knuckle, not very far really, but she stopped talking with a grunt. Then he pulled it out, gathered more lubrication and went back in, much more smoothly this time and Cindy let out a little sigh, but then turned her head back towards him, still keeping her eyes. I visited couple of times and helped her sort out the problems and I used to be present 1 hour before the technicians arrived and tried to be there for more and more time .. She usually thanked me and always offered some snacks n tea.She usually exposed at least half of her skin by the clothes she wears .One fine day , She called me at 8 Pm at night saying her UPS/ inverter was not working and no power supply at home and the Inverter Guy has switched off his Mobile .. as usual I left all my. How can I... ? How could anyone... ?Well, she interrupted herself, if you’re going to be his lover, or even just his whore, you’re going to have to find a way.Her strokes were long and tender, taking half a minute to traverse his length from top to bottom, then back again. She felt as if she was paying homage to a deity, rather than just stimulating Aragorn’s mighty rod. The juices that flowed from her sex and trailed down her thighs were a feeling to which she was already well accustomed, but. The sounds she had heard was the gurgling sounds of lust coming from John's full throat.Suddenly her virgin cunt began to twitch and a strange itchy feeling spread between its lips, she needed to slip her hand down to ease the feeling. Almost on autopilot she dropped her hand down inside her knickers and began to feel her wet cunt. At first she worried she had pissed herself as she had originally intended to go to the loo for a piss, but this felt thicker more sticky than wet. She inadvertently.