I want you to be happy you know me, not mad. Ever. Forgive me for asking if that’s all weird. I can’t go by Esme’s salon, ever, now. I mean, it ...ouldn’t bother me, but I worry that it might bother you. I only think of you when I , you know, and I don’t ever want to think about anything else, ever. Just you. Did I mention that I love you? I do. I think about your hands, too, and your fingers. I like it when you touch my face with your fingers. They’re so soft, so warm, and I feel like we’re. She reeked of sex and if I were to fuck her, my life would be complete. Mrs. L was also in her thirties. She was a model in her younger days and still, today acted in local TV ads. Whenever I heard her on TV, I rushed to watch.During the last semester of my senior year in high school, I was able to bed Mrs. G, Mrs. O and Mrs. L. I covered that pretty well in Part I of this story. Now I will continue wit.h Part II.~~*~~In late July, my mother had fallen and her orthopedic surgeon placed her in. Thabhi mari sadi tut gaye ladka 15 lac dahej mang raha tha……..Us raat sab chale gaye….ghar main main papa aur bahan thi….mari sadi tut suki thi….papa apne kamre main daru pi ke dukhi the…..Thabhi mari bahan mari paas aye aur boli…Rani– didi tumhari sadi nahi tuti hai maine tomhare liye ek atcha ladka dekha hai sadi karogi…..maine apni 14 sal ke bahan ke our dekha….Rani– Didi bolo….main boli kon hai…Rani– aaj abhi sadi karna hoga….main– thik hai…Rani– didi papa se sadi kar looo…main–. ...you dirty fucking bastards!!!" you yell. You are now barely holding it together, your close to fainting with the intensity of it. "Fuck her arse hard!!" shouts the ranger, barely audible above your moans and screams. We are now pumping your hard with slick precision, fucking you like a well oiled machine, our own rythmns in sync. One cock slams in as the other slips out, and so on. Orgasm after orgasm rip through you, each thrust seems to send you further into the clouds, your sore arse,.