I knew I had something to look forward to in only a week. I wondered if it was more pictures of Michelle or something else I’d love. The house still...felt lonely, but I had those pictures to look at wherever I went in the house. Of course, in a way, it didn’t help that I knew another man was now getting to see her the same way, and even much more provocatively… in person… and making love with her whenever they wanted.By the middle of the next week, my loneliness was starting to hit me really. Sit sitting on her, he lifted the fabric a slid the wickedly sharp blade under her blouse, the cold of the steel touched her skin; she shivered at the touch and pleaded for her life. As if from a long way away, she heard Bill offering money, anything they had, if they would leave now. He was ignored. Anne was frightened stiff, her mouth clamped shut.Slowly, the blade slid up her torso, from her stomach. The blouse parted easily, the cloth separated like butter at the touch of a hot knife.. Tumko kaisa lag raha hai”. She didnt say anything but started kissing my chest over the shirt, signalling that she was also liking it a lot.Fresher201008-05-2006, 07:35 PM:Yahoo: Continue…..Nidhi was allowing me to raise her saree but it was tight and she was stuck to me so it was difficult. I resorted back to massaging her ass cheeks and fingering her ass hole over the saree. Slowly moving to the next level of dirty language, I whispered in her ear “Nidhi ji, aapke boobs to mast hain, aapke. God. Are you going to come inside me?” Her voice carries an edge of desperation. I manage to answer, my breath short and my heart pounding, the world centred around the blood coursing through my swollen cock. “Yes, baby. I am close. So close. I want you to come then I will too, OK?” I feel her fingers quicken. She is pushing back hard against me to meet my thrusts. The slap-slap of my thighs on her gorgeous little ass has me losing control. With my left hand I reach forward and grasp a handful.