You really don’t want to be late for Marion!”I found it difficult to concentrate on driving with this fetishist’s dream sitting next to me. Howe...er, we eventually arrived at an up-scale apartment block and made our way inside.Marion was probably in her late fifties. Not pretty exactly, but ‘striking’ and vivacious. She was dressed in a full-length purple gown of a soft and yielding material which clung to her curves.Her husband, Gerald, was clearly much older, but well turned out, like me, in a. Maybe, just maybe, this was the right thing to do. I stepped out of my Volvo. Its silver cover glinted deliciously in the big, black night sky, illuminated by the commotion and lights below. I was careful not to rip my new short Mulberry dress, black and skimming my hips, wrapping around my long legs and clinging to my small but firm breasts. I picked up my Gucci purse. I wasn't being a snob, but didn't people at least dress up to get drunk or something? Walking right up confidently to the most. I never wanted it to go this far.-- Yes, I love you too, but he's my husband. You'll have other women after me.-- No. Don't lie. We both know how you are.-- Stop it.-- No. Stop it!-- I really think we should just cool it.-- No. You wouldn't!-- Please don't tell him!-- All right.-- All right! I'll do it, but it'll have to be here. He goes in this morning, but has to work four hours tonight on the evening shift. He might call.-- Yes, I'll wear the red one.-- Yes, I'll let you do anything you. Phir main dhere dhere uski burr ke tarah badne laga , uske burr ke upaar chote chote baal the jo mujhe aur pagal kar rahe the. Main uske balo ko sahela laga aur uski burr ko dhere dhere ungli karne laga. Use maja ane laga, aur wo aur oohhhhhhhhh aaaahhhhhhhh. Main mar jaungi, mat karoooooooo plssssssss kahene lagi par main sunne wala kahan tha. Phir maine apne jeeb uske chut par laga di. Wo apne paire ko khole lagi aur joro se chilane lagi aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, phir main uski chane wale dane ko.