.Sunita was another internet date. Pretty on the pictures, and a real flirt when it came to messaging. We decided to meet up one Saturday afternoon. I...saw her from a little way away and it was clear that her pictures, shall we say, weren't up-to-date. She was dumpy, wearing tan tights and a skirt, and carrying a bit of extra weight. As I got closer I could see her pock-marked face, albeit with a pretty smile. Still, I had come this far, so I introduced myself to her and off we went.I don't know. Plz fuck harder… Plz jetha ji…Aaahh aaahh aahhhh oh my god… Aaaahh ohhh fuck me… Fuck me….Aaahh aaahhh aaaahh ohhh…..Jetha apne hath samne le ke babita ke boobs dabane lagta hai…Babita:- oh jetha ji bahoot mazaa … Aaaa rahaaa haiiiii… Aaaaah us kaaleeee…. Iyer ne aisa kabhi nahi kiya…. Aaaaah fuck me jetha ji come on…. Aaahhh oooohh fuck mu ass…. Faaad daalooo….Jetha :- ha babitaaaa jiiii mai bhi….Then dono aise hi jhad jaate hain…Fir kapde pehen kar apne compartmnt me jaate hai… Waha sab soye. I heard a gentle moan and looked back as his finger slide inside Rachel, parting her lips and pressing upwards against her nub while the thumb continued to slide around the entrance. She was noticably wet now and by the expressing on Eric's face he was enjoying his work.One minute forty and his finger was sliding ever deeper inside, pressing and making her moan more and more as her pelvis rocked gently on the sofa, her soft ass cheeks sliding along the fabric as Eric moved closer still, close. Maybe it's time to pay attention to what she tried to tell me. I need to get my shit together and figure out what I'm going to do, then get to doing it.He remembered that the inventory list showed a couple of writing pads and some pencils, and he almost turned to go find them, but stopped. Do I really need a list just now? I might need the paper when I'm building my cabin. Besides, I need to learn to remember without having to write things down. Instead, he removed enough of his entrance poles.