.Nenu vadhallaaa..Inka gattiga pisukuthu naa modda ni thana gudhaki raasthu vunna..Inka aapukolekaa thanu naaa modda ni pattesukundi..Naa vaipu tirigi...a ventane lip kiss gattiga pettesa..Baayalu maatram pisukuthune vunna.Okesari thanu naa medha chinnapilla ekkesindi..Pisakadam appi ventane bedroom ki tesuku vellipoyaa.Mancham meedha padesi fast ga sareee tesesi viseresaaa.Lip kiss lu peduthu neck side baaga muddu pettaa..Ventane boddu daggaraki vachi thega muddulu peduthu baayalu. ”“No,” she moaned. “I don't want that. I love having a special ass.”“Good,” I grunted and thrust my cock into the bimbo's married asshole.And damn it if wasn't a tight, sucking hole. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. I groaned as I pressed forward. My cock slid deeper and deeper into her asshole, embraced by her tight bowels. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as my dick slid deeper and deeper.She was married and letting me fuck her asshole. Her husband would have no. As to what that meant, however, I didn't have a clue.I looked around, wanting to see who was going to come claim this gorgeous machine. She sure wasn't mine. There was no "TO MIKE" sticker on her. But no one else had made a move. And more surprisingly, there was no laughter. Some joke this was.I tried the driver's door handle. It was unlocked. I quickly shut the door again."What's taking you so long?" called a voice from alongside The Highway. One I recognized it as coming from the man who'd. "I had a job. The sheriff didn't consider bigamy too serious a crime. I guess he had a girlfriend as well as a wife. You see, I did some accounting for the sheriff while I was incarcerated. Anyway, I worked for one of the church missions near the jail. The sheriff suggested to the padre that I be employed to straighten out some of the mission's finances. I thought a few bucks earned wouldn't do any harm in case I got put in jail again. I really do want to stand by the three young kids I have.