Wo jaise hi naha kar nikli doston kya bataon gore gore badan pe kale kale bal jism bheega hua bal bhege sharir tawel me lipta mano kahar dha raha ho k...mal ki lag rahi thi wo drier le kar bal sukhane lagi main ne rok liya bola ki tum thaki ho ao massage kar dunUsne kaha k mujhe massage bhi ati hai main ne kaha aisa karunga ki life time nahi bholegiMain ne use jammen par bithaya or thanda tel le kar uske sir pe ghumane laga 5 min me wo ankhe band karne lagi usne kaha yar itna maja a raha hai. But he was wrong. As they sat sat back side by side, the meal finished, she turned half to him again, poured another glassful of port and looked serious.“Item Two on the Agenda,” she said primly, then continued a monologue.“My sister was utterly generous, cared for me so well, not a shred of jealousy in her, she loved it when people were happy and tried to make them so. She was also sensuous, sexy, and in her late teens somewhat promiscuous. She loved making boys happy! Blow job diva, she was!”. ” Jana nodded in comprehension and turned on her hoover, her pony tail bobbing. She smiled as she worked. The next ten minutes were the longest of Neil’s life. He clicked on his mouse in an attempt to keep some perspective and do some work, but it was futile. The numbers on his spread sheet jumped about randomly and all he could think about was Jana, bent over his desk. The security guy popped his head round the corner of the office, checked the windows perfunctorily and disappeared, for. I was half drunk and wanted to finish what I had started all those years back. I pulled off my pajama bottoms and slid in behind Mom. I spooned up against her, my hard cock pushing against the warm cheeks of her ass. I pulled her nighty up under her tits and gently rolled her nipples between my fingers. The nipples stood up hard. I slid farther down her ass till my cock lay snuggled between her soft cheeks. I spread her cheeks till I could feel the hair around her pussy. I wet my fingers with.