I lift her skirt, and find the waistband of her panties. Keeping eye contact I start dragging her lacy panties down her toned legs. Her lips part slig...tly when I revel her pussy. I look at her cunt and smile. Completely shaved and smooth, pink, wet and her clit already starting to poke out from its hood. "You're beautiful." I say softly. I hear her moan again as I press the tip of my index finger to her clit. I start to rub small circles and her moans increase. I lower my head, replacing my. .umma umma… nee yippol yenthu veanelum aayikko, vastram azhichu jhenichapadi aakkaathirunnaal mathi…nee parayunna poale namukku suhikkaameda, aavolam koari kudikkaam, yithu poaleppozhum sahachariyam othu varanamennillallo… thudangikkoda…deh.. Yivanippazhe irumbhu kambhi aayallo….ottum valayunnu poalumillallo.. Kunja yithu aanungalulude sadhanamaa…manikoorukal avan urukku dhande aayirikkum, namukku aavolam aaswaadhikkam.. Kunja chennu door lock cheythu, window cartons onnu koodi neare yaakki,. But it wasn’t my cock that was bothering me. It wasmy nipples. When she began sucking my nipples, I jerkedwith ecstasy. My previously normal nipples were now themost sensitive part of my body – even more than mycockhead. I finally got home but masturbated myself as Iplayed with my nipples. I discovered that I couldn’t wear ashirt because the shirt rubbed against my sensitivenipples and I had to go back down to the red light districtto get some more physical relief. When I. I walked into the garage and climbed into my black Cadillac.I needed some coffee and breakfast before embarking on my plan.I walked into a small family dinner around the corner where I normally grabbed a quick meal. At one of the tables, sat a few of the men I used as drivers, or parking attendants, or other gofers to make a funeral run smoothly.Angelo was one of those guys.Normally, I only used two or three of them on viewing days. The big crew, I used as drivers on funeral day. They drove the.