Uske baad mai unki saadi utarne laga usno sirf bre or panty m leke aagya kya batu yaaro kya lag rhi thi m unki boob ko press kar rha tha or vo apne ha...h se mera lunh hila rhi thi unko mera kapre apne hathse utar diya maine unki bra,panty be utar di unko nanga dekh ke m pura josh m aagya or unke boob suck karne karna unty siskari le rhi thi unke muh se ‘uff aahh’ ki aawaz aarhi thi fir m niche aake ucki chut dekha puri clean shave thi lagta hai unhone ajj hi shave liya tha..Unki chut dekhte hi. ” One long groan seemed to say it all. This was utter defeat. Utter degradation.Quentin took the black dildoe off the table. It had a purplish knob and glistened with the grease with which it had been coated.It was six inches long and not particularly thickly girthed. In due time, Simone would be taking a nine-inch dildoe and solidly-rounded with it. This was but the first state. She had to be stretched. In a certain sense, it could be called a ‘merciful’ procedure, reflected Quentin. To be. She gave me a limp handshake and I took a seat."You look older than I imagined," she said."I get that a lot. Do they have a decent house wine here?" It's drinkable."The waiter brought a carafe of white wine and two glasses. I filled our glasses and took a sip of mine, nodding my approval."I like the mural on the outside of the building." Please don't say it looks picturesque. I might throw up."I laughed. "Well, I wouldn't want you to lose your breakfast, but it certainly stands out." Where are. "Thanks, it's very nice of you to say that." Julie said.We ate lunch in silence, and then went back to work. The next day I again ate lunch with Julie, and on Thursday, I asked her out."Julie, I know you probably have plans, but I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tomorrow?" I asked her."You aren't asking me out on a date are you?" she asked me, her voice again brittle."Sure, I mean, I know I'm only a trucker, and can hardly be a great date, but if you aren't busy, yes,.