As i thrust my pole into her tight pussy and flung myself back so she could take all of mine inside her on each stroke. My dick popped out and she rea...hed down desperately to grab the slick shaft and stuff it back inside her steaming hole. Her beautiful breasts rolled back and forth on her chest like waves on the ocean as i fucked her with long strokes.She wrapped her supple thighs around my waist, drawing my bottom even closer so that i was lodged deep inside her. The quivering muscles of her. Usne apna naam puja bataya maine apna naam rinku…..Hum sirf baat kar rahe the aur apne ghar se toda door ek park mein jakar baithe….Baat se pata chala ki woh married hai aur unka hubby out of india hai…Mere mann mein aya ki isko abhi chod dun…..Woh toda pass ayi aur sharma kar apna baya haath meri dayi jaang par rakha kyunki mein uski bayi taraf baitha tha….Aur apna haath upar karne lagi…Kehne lagi jo maine dekha woh kisi se na kahe….Aur maine kaha ki unhone tumhe choda nahi……Uska hath mere. I could actually wear it with a part on the side if I wanted and remembered how turned on I used to get by the military girls who had such short cuts. It must be the Peter Pan thing. Peter was supposed to be a boy, but every time he was played in a film or on stage it was a girl who played the part. Kind of made me think I could be Wendy's Peter Pan.The stylist was perplexed with our request for the hair and I explained to her about the kids who lost their own during cancer treatments. She. And she grew excited. Her hands slid up and down her thighs, pulling them wide. Then she slid her fingers down to her cunt, rubbing her clit. She felt like a whore now. All she cared about was sex, hard sex that made her into a slave.Too bad about Lou. He would never appreciate what she wanted, how she wanted. She could really get off on having him do to her what so many other men did. She could try, though. She could act like his whore tonight and see if that turned him on. If not, she always.