“ghar mein hum yeh sab kuch nahin karenge.. main tujhe mast mango shake bana kar pilaunga”..Woh boli “Sacchi?”Maine bola “haan sacchi” aur...man hee man socha ki mangoes toh hai nee nahin ghar mein.Anyways main usko apni bike par bitha kar ghar le aaya. Raste bhar yahi soch raha tha kis kis position mein chodunga usse. Doston baat jaise jaise aage badh rahi thi imagination bhi badh rahi thi. Lekin fir bhi main issi mein believe karta hoon ki jab tak lund choot ke andar naa ho tab tak kahin bhi. She had attained a high position in her company and her job meant she was travelling a lot of the time. This was unfortunate but necessary and at least this allowed her to pay the mortgage and the bills. Elizabeth always remembered how she got the job and it was never far from her mind!As a result of her job, her children had the run of the house but they always behaved and there was never any trouble. Indeed, despite some talk from her neighbours, any criticism was quickly dispelled when there. It was our first threesome. We had talked about it a long time ago but my wife never felt comfortable doing it with any of our friends and certainly not with a complete stranger either. I couldn’t win either way.However at this very moment I was fucking my little dream girl and my wife was even helping me do it. I had finally won. Her pussy felt a little tighter than my wife’s pussy and she squirmed differently too. However when she had that final orgasm it was just like what my wife has. It. It’s not right ... it’s not necessary. I don’t even need to go to the hospital. I’m fine.”“It’s our call, Ms. Stafford.”“Fine. Then take me.”“Yes, Miss.”“Judy, call my mom, please. Tell her I’ll be at Rampart and not to worry, I’m fine. You understand?”“Sure, Pats, no problem. I won’t alarm her. No drama, promise. And I’ll be right behind you.”“Thanks.” She looked around for him, but, there was no sign. The gurney was raised, like on TV and she was wheeled out.As soon as he’d been able to.