I put the mower away, and went into the house. I stopped in the laundry room, and stripped down, dropping my clothes in the washer. I put some clothes...from the hamper in the load, including a pair of my wife's panties. I gave them a quick sniff, and tossed them in the washer. I climbed the stairs to the bathroom.I started the shower, then got in. Luxuriating under the water, I let the hot spray begin rinsing away the grime I'd accumulated from mowing the lawn. I revisited my earlier thoughts,. Although the length of the path that was unlit was about only fifty metres long, it was still a foreboding sight with anyone unfamiliar with walking down it at two in the morning.Just as we were at the point that we wouldn't be lit by the street light at the end of the road, I announced that I was bursting for a piss. This was as good as any point on the way back to relieve yourself if you needed to go. In my drunken state, I didn't really wait for Leandro's approval. I went up to the bush by. One Saturday evening, she sent a mail to me regarding my story and soon, we both started sexting on the Hangouts app. We used to sext for a long time into the night and started sharing nude pictures. Later on, it progressed to video calls and finally, in 2019 we both met in Forum mall Bangalore.Then we had sex within a week in her apartment. My reader Nandhu was a rich Telugu girl based in Bangalore. She had an angel-like figure with milky white skin. Her bra size was 36D, and her. Her mouth landed on my clit. A direct hit, her gorgeous lips closing around it and lapping at it with her tongue. Her hands hold my hips still as I try to buck against her face, she is a master at getting me off like this, and I can feel an orgasm building in my pussy, I can feel the heat rising as I writhe under her face, and just as she is about to push me over the edge she inserts a single slender finger into my cunt. As she does I feel the first wave of fire rising and spreading through me..