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"You knew I always thought he would come back, didn't you Bill. We talked about it. We knew what it would mean ... to us," she said, her voice almost ... whisper."Yes ... yes ... I knew." He paused for a minute. When Darla remained silent he spoke. "I'm happy for you, Darla. I know it's what you wanted. I'm happy for you." He was sincere, even though his stomach was churning and he was suffering the emptiest feeling he had ever felt."Thank you, Bill. I won't forget what we had. I will never tell. While kissing, I moved my hand towards her ass and started squeezing it. We were in the living room and soon started undressing each other. She has nothing except her mangalsutra on her.It’s designer style and looked super hot on her. I asked her has she ever fucked on the carpet. She said no and that Mayank and her always fucked in the bedroom. I asked her to go and get a blanket to lay on the carpet. I got in between her legs and kissed her thighs as we lay down.She’s fair, and her thighs are. ”I kept my finger on the screen so that it wouldn’t lock. I knew that I would never figure his passcode out. I deleted the picture and scrolled through to make sure he had no more. I saw several of his dick in various stages of erection.I don’t know why, but I sent them to my phone. I then made sure to delete the photo from the recently deleted album. Next, I deleted the picture message that I sent to my phone. He would never know. I put his phone in my purse and walked in.“Good morning kids,”. “Fuck,” he groaned, pushing his hips against my belly, my hand trapped between, fingers still gripping his belt. For a moment I actually felt guilty about not worrying about getting his zipper down and grabbing his cock. The least I could do is give him a handjob. Whatever. Sometimes a chick has to take care of her own needs, you know?“Don’t fucking stop,” I managed, feeling a rush as the drugs swept through me, pushing me again towards the peak, crashing through my synapsis, my endorphins.
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