Me and my mates sat on the bus laughing and joking, 'Im going to get a shag tonight' said dave. I sat laughing wondering when I would finally get to ...crew some pussy. I got home and got straight in the shower, got dressed up, smart shirt, smart jeans, and some loafers on, splash of aftershave and i was away.I met my mates at the bus stop, and we were all excited, we talked about what beer we were going to buy. The night was going just nicely as we came out of the off license with our bags of. O dhire hata ku jangha upre ausi bare lagili.Se setabalaku akhi buji dhire sound karu thhile.Mu kahili kemeti laguchhi? Se kahaile ha bhala, tapare mu tanka luga ku jangha jai teki dei ghasi baku lagili mo abasta kahile nasare.Se khali ohhhhh ….ommmm.. autike upara ku haaann seithiii…Mu jani suni jangha uparaku hata nei tanka bia site re ghasu thae hele bia ku chhu nathae tanku tike tadpeiba pai.Se kahile vibek bahut garam heuchhi plz mind karibani mu luga kholi deuchhi ,mu kichhi kahiba agaru. Suddenly I feel her hand on the front of my pants, frantically tugging at my belt and fumbling with my zipper until my cock flops out into her hand, and she immediately begins stroking. I increase the speed of my fingers, and her pussy responds with her first orgasm of the afternoon -- her eyes clenched, her toes curled, her hand gripping my hard cock.As it subsides, she guides my cock to her mouth and begins to suck."But your husband..." I begin to say."Fuck my husband," she hisses. "Better. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to drum up business. What is the worst that could happen; I could die. What the hell, you cannot be killed over the telephone. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.I was apprehensive so I kept putting off making the call. A couple of weeks past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination; the number was disconnected. Well I guess.