Yeh sab karte waqt muje esa lag raha tha ki is se accha or kuch nahi hai.udhere aunty aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bus karta rah tere uncle bhi nahi karte...aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh tabhi aunty boli thoda tej kart oh mai jatke dene laga kya lag raha tha.thodi der bad aunty boli mai jane wali huuuuuuuuuuu toh mai bola aunty bus mai bhiiii or thode der bad hum dono sath jhad gaye.or mai aunty k upper he git gaya.thodi der ese he leta raha fir aunty boli sumit aaj tu ne purane din yaad dila diye toh. We will be alternating parts. I really hope you all enjoy this story. WorkAlone will be writing from the priest's point of view, and I will be writing from the girl's point of view. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it!! I walked into Mass thinking about the night before with my boyfriend. I had worn my favorite green dress and left my curly out of control red hair down for the night; just the way he liked it. We had stayed out late going to clubs and then went back to his house. We. ." He said with a sigh as he kept rubbing his throbbing organ. "I love those whore attendants." He let out a small laugh before pulling off his shirt and throwing it on the floor, shifting to removed his belt then jeans. His head moving low as he stretched a little but started to suck where he cock lay under his boxers, blowing a little as well. "Mm.. Someone's gunna get a fat load.." He smirked as his head moved to lick the head of his cock as it poked out the leg of his boxers. He stood up. The way she walked around in the office was indeed funny and people got suspicious and asked her, she told that her ankle got twisted but later she told me her pussy and ass was sore from the battering she got from me the other day.It was almost a week that I didn’t fuck her, my cock was aching to be in her pussy and my lips aching to suck her pussy and boobs. It was Monday and our bosses were in head office , so I planned to use the situation to the full.On an excuse that I was looking for a.