She lost a lot of blood before we could get her to the paramedics. That's probably why she was delirious." And nothing else happened? asked the incred...lous reporter."She saved our lives in the process," added Sam."And nothing else?" Look man," said Sam, " you've got a genuine, bona fide, one hundred percent hero. What more could you ask for?" You don't know my editor. Maybe I'll go interview that orderly again." Look, there's nothing there. I tell you what, let that drop and I'll give you. I like a whore asked him for ten min to get ready, he directed me to his daughter’s wardrobe and he sat in the other room.I saw him pouring liquor and drinking it. I knew I was gonna get hard fucked but I enjoyed the feeling I got then. I changed my clothes, starting with his daughter’s panty, it was tight for me but I managed then put on a black bra and took a red saree and wrapped it around me.Fortunately, I got a wig there which I guess his wife used, put on some eye liner.,a dark lipstick. One day, she was picking up the dry clothes from the clothesline in the courtyard, wearing her sari in the sexy seedha pallu Gujarati style in which I liked to see her, without the blouse of course, and she began to scratch her ass again. I walked up to her and told her, “let me do it.” “What?” She asked. “Let me scratch your ass mother,” I insisted. “Tu meri gaanr khujlayega?” “haan ma.” Without waiting for her answer, I raised her sari to the hip and pulled down her white panty. I took it in. You have no idea what that does to me. One hand is deep between my thighs, fucking me, as the other hand pinches and pulls on my nipples. I roll my hips into myself. “That’s it, be a good girl. I know you’re close now. I know you all too well, don’t I, baby?” You tease me and begin to moan louder. Your hand is moving at great speeds on your shaft. I know exactly how you jerk your cock, and I can tell from the sounds you’re doing it as you always do. I can’t wait to one day please you myself. .