Fir mene postion change kiya Swati ko table pe bitaya our me kadha ho ke usaki chut me aapna land ghusa ke shot lagane laga usane mujhe aapni baho me ...e liya our mujhe kiss karane lagi me bhi usako jor jor se kadhe reheke stroke laga raha tha. mujhe mast maja aa raha tha.Swati Bhi full sexy and romantic ban gayi thi. fir mene uasako table pe se utaya our usako utake land pussy se bahar nahi nikala our khade khade shot lagane laga vo to pagal ho thi ja rahi thi aaaaa.aaaaaaa.aaaa sexy our jor se. We said good day to each other, and I offered to buy them a sweet and some coffee. She sent the slave off toward a bakery on a make-work task and joined me in a nearby coffeehouse, fluttering her skirts and her eyelashes. The place was thick with tobacco smoke and several eyes followed us to a table. Only one or two other women were in evidence, and they might not have been quite proper ladies judging from the thickness of the paint on their faces."I hope you won't have trouble if you're seen. I need a plan, think dummy think.It took me a while. But I finally came up with a plan. Or I guess it is a plan. Anyway it is a list of what I need to do to protect myself for this fucking mess she put me into.I came up with a six point plan in no particular order.1. I need to make sure that I get my two kids.2. I need to protect my assets.3. I need to get out of dodge (a new place to go, and new job).4. Protect myself from being tracked down.5. Burn the Bitch.6. Need a real good lawyer.The. ” “Well, let's see if I can resolve this situation,” I told her. “Oh, I know you can,” Becca replied, as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “And we don't even have to leave the car.” With those words, Becca climbed into the backseat of her vehicle. She spread her legs as she lay down in the backseat. “Care to join me?” she asked. “Absolutely,” I answered. Within seconds, I unbuckled my seatbelt, moved into the backseat with Becca, and lay down on my back. Becca got down on her knees and turned away.