Firstly I don’t have any bad intention on her but once on Holy festival I saw her completely wet.I saw her big boobs wet and her panty line from her...cloths. She notices me, I controlled myself. From that day I become mad for her whenever I find her alone I started chatting with her .She also like my company chatted on various subjects and sometimes about my girlfriends and sex.We were become like close friends one day my whole family was gone to my married sister’s house for the grihapravesh. It was my day off and I was looking forward to a nice quite day. I put my coat on and decided a pub lunch was in order after all my hard work I had put in over the last few weeks. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened."Hi, there," he said.He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed arms and even a multi coloured scarf around his head."Hi," I replied, "bit slow today?" Yep, but I don't mind," he said with a smile. "Why don't you come. She had to be satisfied with the touch of the hard thing flopping about inside her mouth almost to her tonsils with a vibrant energy that could not possibly be denied.Tommy humped her nice and hard in the old-fashioned missionary style that he preferred, but that she hated, and she felt his hot breathe on her sightless face. Patricia allowed him to bend down and kiss her full and wetly on her open lips like he was a knight in shining armor or a boyfriend that wanted desperately to be a. I told him my concern about diseases but he assured me not to worry because he gets tested regularly for his job and he only has one steady girlfriend in another town but occasoinally messes around with the married guy across the hall who is a few years younger than him and safe. I learned later that he really did. As we stood there with him holding me, he asked me how I liked what he did. I told him it was one of the best feelings I ever felt and while he did that, I felt he was in total.