“Please what?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small bottle of lube. He held the bottle near her ear, so she heard the flick ...f it opening. “Tell me what you want, baby.”She whimpered as he dribbled drops of cold lube in the crack of her ass before gathering them and spreading them around her rosebud. Her knees nearly buckled when he worked the tip of his finger past the tight ring, stretching her tight opening.“Oh fuck, yes,” she groaned, pressing back against his. Sasha wasn’t in any mood to hang around though, and was in the act of flushing the toilet when the dreaded voice in the earpiece sang out once more.*****“Hello Miss Sinclair. I hope you’re feeling better now. I supposed I could have mentioned the need to go to the toilet before the big game, but I’m slightly surprised an athlete of your talent wouldn’t already know that.” The voice sounded like it was looking forward to something and was savouring the build-up. Had Tara already found the next. She was not greedy, like some of the bar maide who had shared his bed. Nor was she desperately trying to please, as widows were. Wendy sought pleasure in his pleasure, riding each wave and returning it, the back and forth sending Gary to heights he had forgotten existed. Maybe it was her youth, her inexperience.Maybe it was just her.The two lay on a blanket away from the camp, the stars out above them. Gary could see his youngest daughter through the trees, outlined against the campfire. Aur thodi der bad gaya aur ramiz se mummy ka saman leke aa gaya.main ghar pahuncha. To mummy kisi se phone par batt kar rahi thi.phone rakh kar mummy boli main abhi thodi der main aati hon.mummy ke jane ke bad main bhi mummy ke piche chal diya.mummy dr khan ke clinic jaa rahi thi main apne purane raste se wahi chala gaya aur piche se dekhne laga. Mummy ander ayi to dr khan nai kaha aoo mari jann. Mummy nai kaha kya dene ke liye keh rahe the jaldi do.dr bola ye lo ye tumhara gift hai.isme salwar.