.. Ouch! Okay! Okay! I get it!" Melody giggled again.The rest of the morning and afternoon was spent listening to complaints about her job ― she was...a stripper ― or about men in general with specific bitches about her sisters, mother or anyone else she could think about. It was not a pleasant day for either of the young lovers."Wow, that was good," Marlin sighed as he flopped on his back next to a grinning Melody. "I hope it was as good for you as you made it sound there at the end. I don't. Mai usko dekhta hi reh gaya usne bas ek shirt pehni hui thi jo bhut hi thin thi uske neeche uski bra aur panty saaf dikh rhi thi aur usne baal wash kiye hue the. Wo to bilkul aisi lag rhi thi jaise suhaagraat ki tyaari krke baithi ho usko dekhke mai apne aap ko rok na saka.Usne door close kiya to maine usko peeche se pakad liya aur door ke sath laga diya maine uski gaand ke sath apna lund ragadne laga aur uski gardan pe kiss karne laga uske dono boobs mere hatho me the usne zor zor se aawaaze. She is one of our older guests, her dark hair tied up behind her head, loose strands at the front hanging down either side of her red-cheeked face. She looks like she would have been a good-looker in her day, but that day was decades ago. Beside her, her husband is a few years older, and quite a few kilos heavier.We cut to a close-up as she introduces herself direct to camera, her voice soft and friendly, perhaps a little shy. “I’m Yvonne ... Yvonne Batty. I’m 57 years old ... And today ... I. I had admired her from afar almost all night, maybe even to a creepy point. I decided I wanted to see her up close, fully crossing the creepy line if I hadn’t already. As I approached her I was not disappointed. In fact, I was even more amazed at just how good she looked. There was a fear, a panic in my mind to abort my mission and just keep walking on by her and be satisfied with that. What if she hated me? What if she didn’t even remember me? I didn’t have the time to fully debate the choice..