It surprised him at how attracted to Bonnie he was. She was very pretty but it was more than that. When they met and introduce themselves, she didn’... seem bothered by his looks at all. The more time they spent talking, the more at ease J.W. became. They spent about thirty minutes doing the insurance thing and J.W. signed the paperwork. He didn’t want to leave her, but their business was finished. ‘What does the J.W. stand for?’ Bonnie asked pointing to his signature, J.W. Riley. ‘Just waiting,’. Someone who'd give me emotional support. Someone who'd care.Mercy? Yes, I could certainly use a little mercy, and with a capital M at that.A week later I called and asked her out to dinner.She was a sympathetic listener and before I knew it, I was pouring out the story of my life. She didn't condemn, judge, or even give advice. She just listened... and when the tears began rolling down her cheeks, she reached out and took my hand. Her touch was soft... and comforting.I'm still not sure how it. Ufffff hmm yeehh moonn kaarrr rhi thi , achanak se mere clothes utharne lagi ,Mai bhi uske clothes utarne laga or kiss bhi kar rha tha mera penis pain hone laga tha because vo abhi bhi underwear mai tha,uske maine sare clothes utar diye the vo mere saamne bilkul nacked thi or kya bataaiu yaaroon mera penis bilkul iron ban gya tha fad kar bhar aane ko hoo hogya , use maine ignore kiya uske yummy yummy boobs choose rha thaa yaaroonn aaj bhi mere mouth mai pani aajata hai thoda niche side gya. )Oh no, she's turning away. I can't hide my disappointment. With sagging shoulders, I almost put the binos down. Almost, but not entirely.I'm rewarded. She has such a beautiful bottom. I want it, and I know that I want it.And reward upon reward, she turns to face me again, and her hand drops to ... oh my! To my goal. I want my hand where hers is. I want to kiss her there, inhale her scent, please her. I am in total lust.The show is over, but I can't leave. I can't clap with my hand holding the.