FUCKing ... wet!" Each thrust now was just PURE ecstasy! Her eyes were shut tight! The HOT-WET friction of his COCK ... hammering IN-AND-OUT of her ...LUSH, dripping CUNT. IN-AND-OUT AND IN-AND-OUT AND IN-AND-OUT. Each stroke pushing her quickly towards that pique ... ... that pique with just those last two or three strokes that it takes ... in JUST the right place ... to push you OVER THE EDGE! That last, PERFECT thrust- that sends a RUSH through every part of your body ... every muscle. . Man if was like what the itom she is… And she use to speak in haryanvi”….Lady : kisi kaam se jana hai ke oiyo.Me: jii kaam hai..Lady:ke kaam kare ho..Me: ji kaprhe bechun,Lady: harvyanvi to laage na tu punjabi hai..Me: hanji maalko..Lady:bedhiya barhiya barhiya….Fir thodi der humari koi baat nahi hi , or may be vo so gayi, jaisa ke mujhe laga, fir dekha to usne mere hath pe hath rakha, pehle mujhe laga shayad galti se laga hai par fir dekha to dheyaan parha ki she is holding her mobile in it,. She really do a good job,don't she? Still really fine lookin woman, Mr. Peddiwell." I pressed the photo he was trying to look at on the desk and thought about this. If Frank was only asking for this much he could probably do it for no expenses at all, so Tyrone probably wasn't asking for muchto begin with. And Debbie, she had enough money to handle this anyway, ifthat was all it was. I told Frank to wait until I thought it out. A couple of days went by when I was still trying to. Cole. I was right in front of him now. In his deep and rustic voice, he said,"Hey there pretty lady. My name is Frankie. Yours?" Cole? What? Who the fuck is Cole? And That's all I basically remember from that night. I got too drunk I guess. When I looked through my texts I saw a new contact labeled "Frankie" and a message that said:"Hey gorgeous. Come over my house this Thursday night." with his address. I can't believe it. We texted all week with anticipation of Thursday. And maybe we sexted.