Eight o’clock sharp. You know what to wear and not to wear. Shave your pussy this time. I have a surprise for you. His name is Dan, my boss.”J...ggly looked at me one more time to see if I would concede and give her the clothing I had taken. I shook my head and led her to the door. Her purse and car keys in one hand, her money, bra, and g-string in the other. I was looking forward to Friday when I could pawn this little slut off on my boss and get him in a better mood so he would leave me. He nodded respectfully and fell to the task, mouth wide, tongue lapping, eyes glazed over. He was numb. I’d seen him like that a couple times, after we’d fucked for several hours. The skies weren’t even dark yet, but the giant bowls of food behind Mrs. Jackson were only half empty.After cumming into my hand, I retreated. They would be at it for hours. I walked home in a daze. The piteous sight hadn’t made me hate Terry any less. He was as weak as my husband, in his mother’s presence. She had. ) I flipped the light on and she turned to me reaching out with her arms. We embraced, kissing deeply, letting our tongues explore every inch of each other’s mouth. My cock was now at full attention and my imagination running wild. Didi pulled back and lifted my shirt as to raise it over my head. I helped her remove it and returned the favor by helping with hers. She reached back and unhooked her bra letting it fall to the floor. Her exposed breasts were pale with beautiful nipples extended. Main apna aap ko rok ni paya. Or uski bra ke upr se uske boobs chusne laga. Of main ab uski bra b utar di. Ab uske bhari bhati boobs mujhe saaf dikh rha the or maine unhe chusna shuru kar dia. Use gulabi nippl ko b muh me lia. Wo itni exited ho gai ke meri shirt b utar di. Ab maine uski jeans b utar di thi.Main uske tango pe or pet b khub kisses ki. Ab main b apni jeans utar di thi. Usne mera undwear utar kar mera lund pakdh lia. Or mera lund kafi had tak khada ho chuka tha. Main use mere lund.