"You skipped the H-scene again," she said. "I told you to be careful with the Skip button. Now you'll have to lose to me again if you want to see it."...ot this time. Jackson was ready. No more surprise attacks gluing his feet to the floor. He was prepared. The moment she'd tried that shit he was going to jump--"Suraimo Torapo!"Jackson's feet were glued to the floor.Motherfucker! How could she move so fast?Suraimo giggled as her slime bubbled up between his toes and covered his ankles. A little. I don’t remember the last time I saw a man dressed so formally. It must have been 2025 or so, back when I used to be a fresh-faced coed ready to take on the world. In those halcyon days, I’d thought men in suits were the capitalist devil.He’s carrying a white paper bag that smells of things I’ve nearly forgotten. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was a to go bag from Café du Monde.He’s darkly handsome, with chiseled bones sharp enough to cut. Lines frame deeply set dark eyes, and his nose. My dick was already hard and was struggling inside.We reached home rushed inside and she bolted the door and with her back on the door she was panting for breath. I turned and looked at her … Her breasts heaving with her breathing. The wet saree sticking to her body and turned transparent. One could easily see her nipples stick out of the netted white bra she wore. I was driven with lust and my mind was blank. I started taking steps towards her and her heaving increased. I went for her lips. Daily I used to go for jogging because of her, daily I will go two rounds first round to see her front beauty second round to see her back beauty, she also noticed me that I am watching her for past two months but she never reacted either in positive or negative manner. Near to my house is that walking area and it consists of free Wi-Fiso I usually used to go by afternoon and download movies and videos. One fine day I saw her sitting at the children’s park area and she was busy at her mobile, I.