How she hated the city, its dark streets, shuffling shadows and gray demeanor. This garden set apart in the center of it was her only escape. She had ...romised herself long ago that someday she would flee its monotony for the flowing meadows of the country she had grown up in. Goodness that seemed so long ago, but she still had not lost hope of returning. The gloom of spending another evening alone there though made it even more foreboding. Lost in these thoughts and memories, Marie did not hear. Heart ... and soul! You ... belong ... to me! Show me how much I please you ... come for me again!" He slammed into her as she thrust back against him.He felt her back arch as her muscles tightened on his flesh. Her head rolled upward and her mouth was open in a silent scream. He felt her throbbing on him as she moaned loudly. He kept thrusting into her as she writhed beneath him. Yes, pretty lady ... I do own your body... Just like you own mine... He felt an orgasm coming. He bucked hard a. While working we two were fully covered with sweat. That day she wore a white transparent colour salwar with a blue blouse and the sweat running over her boobs were clearly visible to my eyes as she wiped the sweat with her handkerchief in between I never missed the chance to take a glance.I am getting horny and I had a erection in my pants which I tried to normalize. She was observing all of my deeds but pretending as if didn't saw anything.We took a break from work and she told that she would. (come home with me and I'll give you all the cream you can handle.) "Oh yes, please", I replied, accidentally on purpose, brushing my hand across his crotch. He leaned over and poured the caramel colored liquid into my coffee cup as I glanced at the thick dark patch of chest hair peeping from the top of his purple and white tee. (Mmm, how I love a nice hairy chest!) "You look like one of the ladies that visit my mom on the weekends for a game of bridge", he said, talking to me like I.