Whilst she wasn’t about to be mistaken for Anna Kournikova, Christine had a pretty face, cute, short blonde hair and a nice figure. Her breasts w...re restrained by a sports bra but presented themselves nicely to my eyes as they formed pleasant curves on her white, body-hugging top. She wore white shorts, low-mileage tennis shoes and stood about 5’ 6”.After a few pleasantries we warmed up with some gentle shots, she elected to serve and hit the fastest tennis ball I’d ever seen straight at. Baat abhi kuch dino pehle ki hai mera office yaha ek ache se area me situated hai, have small business running fine.mere neighbour shop me ek boutiq hai jo ek 26 sal ki ladki chalati hai jiska name anjali hai meri shop ko shift kiye ek hi sal hua tha yaha and during that me aur anjali achedost ban gaye the.Ham neighbour the so hamesha tea time pe sath time share krte the aur waise bhi us time koi customer nahi rehte aur shop ka time bhi same tha to aate ajte milte rehte the aur wo meri bahot. I was torn as I watched him caress her body, touching tenderly and lightly every inch of her. He stroked her breasts, squeezing and gently pinching. I could see her nipples harden under the exploitation of his fingers as he squeezed and pulled them. He tickled her inner thigh and little by little traced a path to her most intimate feminine area. She arched and hung her head backward, her face to the roof. Her long hair falling like a mane, trailed down her back. Her hands were clenched into. She was too short to make out with and fuck. She suckled at my collarbone and nipped at my chest muscles. I held the head of raft, using the leverage to ride into her.This kind of sex was familiar to me. Sweet and rolling, we spun slowly along the wide river, with her kicking the walls if we got too close. She was wire and muscle and moreso on the inside. She clamped on my dick. She rolled her hips and we migrated around The Castle.I had trouble slowing myself, regulating my pleasure. I came.