Wah muje neeche se uske mote chucke dik rahe the mote mote chuchiya dabane me bahat soft the mae mast ho ke une daba raha tha aunty ne aapni moti gaan... faila ke aapni chut me mera land.Le liya laand aaram se andar chala gaya aab aunty haste hue boli aab tuje batati hu ki mae kaya cheez hu aur mast eek aadmi ki taraha muje chodne lagi mere uper aapna vagan daal ke saali aapne chootaro ko zoar zoar se maarti hui aapni chut me laand le rahi thi uncle ye sab deak ke bola bas yahi chahiye isse maene. He closed his eyes. He lay his head on her chest as she held him close, his arms went around her body. ‘I love you Morgan.’ he admitted to her. ‘I love you too.’ she said softly stroking his hair. He looked up at her. She kissed him again smiling around his lips. * * * * * Morgan sat on the passenger side of his truck, it had a long bench seat, it was an older truck, yet it ran well, it was ugly of course, primer-ed in spots, a mismatch of colors. Kind of like them. Her first movie date, she. " Fine, see you later," he called after me as I walked down the drive to his car.I was truly a lovely day with while puffy clouds in a deep blue sky. The towpath was virtually empty but there was plenty of boats on the river. The sun felt good on my bare head and I was looking for a nice secluded spot where I could lie down and expose my body to its rays."Hi there," a male voice called out.I turned towards the river and a large pleasure boat was gliding towards me. I shielded my eyes from the. I broached the subject with my wife as to what had happened with her boss stroking her foot. She said I had exaggerated and that he was always a "perfect" gentleman towards her. And then went on to say that someone couldn't just get off by rubbing a lady's foot. Ha.....little did she know. Then she unexpectedly placed both her high heeled feet in my lap with a very drunken come hither look. Like I said.... I was hard and need to get off so what the heck. I started rubbing her stocking legs and.