Hi, guys! Though we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving here in my country, I would like to greet a Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it. Here’s the 4th chapter of Working Married Woman. This one is about a woman at a video rental store. Zecchou’s coming up shortly.

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Not much was done last night as I spent time researching and also having some fun. I created two 4m square blocks of land in what will be the small new resident area outside the building. One of the blocks is set to only allow residents with payment information held of file (or used) to enter and the other will only allow adult verified residents to enter. These will if course be backed up with informative text on why each exist and what that are and have historically been used for in Second Life.

Not much else was done – all work and no play makes for a dull life.

Si una mujer mayor te mira de esa forma, solo quiere decir algo: “¡Quiero carne joven!”

“Todavia estoy buenota ¿o no?”

“¡Por fin encontre quien me diera un aventon!”

“¡’Alla les voy, atrapenme, no sean culeros!”  -  ¡No te apures, si te caes, tienes bolsa de aire!

 ¿Has visto la manchada pelicula de La Novia de Chucky? Pues de seguro se han de acordar bien de la supuesta novia del muñeco psicopata. Y por supuesto, lo que mas han de recordar de ella era el monumental par de carnosas montañas que se cargaba (antes de convertirse en una bratz del demonio). Pues bien, esa sabrosa hembra de voz chillona e irritante, es nada menos que la frondosa Jennifer Tilly. La actriz de 51 años, aunque no es muy famosa en estos lare, es bastante popular en USA,  aun cuando se ha movido mas en los circulos de cine independiente y en dobleje de caricaturas (gracias, precisamente, por su insoportable voz).

Aqui en Mexico se le conocio mas gracias a la cinta chafona de El Hijo de Chucky, en la que interpretaba a un version exagerada de si  misma. Despues de esa produccion muchos empezaron a buscar informacion de la cachonda y tetona actriz, dandose cuenta de que ha actuado en docenas de cintas e incluso series de TV.

Aqui en la oficinas de Tiramalenata y Cia. queremos recordarla y darle un pequeño tributo a su tremendo fisico, el cual ha de ser realmente envidiado por mujeres de su edad. A ver, aver, tiranetas ¿a poco no les gustaria encontrarse con una mujer madura, con ese cuerpo y una vasta experiencia de la vida y otras cosa, para que los arrulle en las noches frias? A mi, por lo menos si.

Como nota al margen, Jennifer ha sido nominada al Oscar a la mejor actriz de reparto por la actuación en la película de Woody Allen  Balas sobre Broadway (Bullets Over Broadway) en 1994  y, ademas, ha sido incluida entre las 50 actrices con mejores tetas de Hollywood en el 2007  ¿Como les quedo el ojo, cabrones?

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On early Saturday mornings, I go with my brothers to check traps we have already set all along Lizard Creek, in the tall brown grass and weeds, near the muddy river banks. My brothers skin and walk to town to sell what we catch. They get a good price for our animal skins from a dealer named Doug, who sells them for more money, to a glove company of which we don’t even know the name. My brothers feel I have a second sense and luckiness which they cannot match, but I am too shy and don’t like to talk, so I never go with them into town to sell what we catch. This makes for a great partnership. When they come home from selling to Doug, we split the money three ways. My brothers usually use their cut of money to go into town to party, dance and chase girls. I am saving my money for a new pair of running shoes.

 One Saturday morning near sunrise, I was walking up a hill with two freshly skinned beaver pelts slung from either wrist, tied with strips of butcher string. People tell me, I am a pretty girl, with eyes as sharp as ice picks, my lips curl and my figure is round and plush, but still at the edge of slim, I’m small, but fit. Boys are always chasing after me, so my older brothers are constantly on guard against any possible violators. Keeping them away from me is something my Dad has taught them to do. Anyway, I pretty much feel I can have my pick of boys, but that doesn’t matter to me because I have already found the one for me, it is Hughe. He is the only one for me.

I am thinking of him as I walk. Thinking of how witty he is and of his thick square hands, strong and firm as they wrap around my hand, and we’ve been holding hands for years, since we were only ten years old. That’s when we first found each other and we have been inseparably since that first encounter at the play ground swings back in the fifth grade. I know he is mine. I can’t wait for his call later tonight. We always talk for hours on the telephone on Saturday evenings when we are not together. I think of his big, dark eyes and of his warm soft kisses, then I have to stop right in my tracks, at the sensation that shivers through me from the top of my head down to my toes. I feel fuzzy and lost in my thoughts.

 While I am standing there, stopped halfway up the hill, lost on the narrow path, a drift in the charms of Hughe, I never see Jack Martin running down the same path. I didn’t even hear him coming toward me until it was way too late. He heads toward me like a wild horse making a break for it, and rams into me like a football tackler in the NFL. He yells,

 “Move aside, Indian squaw!”

 So, I reply, “Better slow down, ugly white boy!”

 He tries to get up from where we collide and land on the ground, but out of reflex, I wrap both my arms around him, holding on to him so that his body is laying long ways on top of my own. His weight surprises me, because he is a slender, muscular, but narrowed backed boy. I decide to hold him more firmly by tangling my legs with his. I have seen him wear his P.E. shorts and because I am a strong distance runner, I already know my legs are stronger than his chicken legs, so he is stuck on top of me for a long time once my legs are wrapped and holding his legs.

 What is he doing out here near our traps? I see a cluster of animal skins tied to his wrist, too. Did he take them from our traps? He is the oldest son of a family of known thieves, so I was not exactly wrong to suspect him of stealing from our traps. Stealing our animal skins just fits what I know of that blood line, so I guessed he was running off with our profits. Who knows? I just didn’t want my two, older brothers to think I was not able enough to stop anyone from stealing from our business, mostly, being I am a bit younger and a girl, I felt extra motivated to protect and defend our animal skins, so there was no way I was going to let a skinny, white boy steal from us while I was in charge of collecting from our traps! And so, I set my mind and all my might not to let go of Jack Martin, no matter how strong a fight he gave me. Not that holding him was an easy task.

 “Let me go, you damn Indian,” he hissed. His big white teeth, looking set and strong. “You smell like a skunk.”

 He is just a thin white boy from a family everyone knew was bad, loaded with criminal poison. He tries shaking his arm free, but he can’t, then he tries shaking his legs free, but can’t. I have to laugh because I am in so much control of his body, when he shakes it, I am only getting a better grip on him. The beaver skins tied to my wrists, are flopped across his shoulders, in opposite directions so that I am able to grip them, better pinning him onto me. I am planted under him as solid as tree roots. He can’t move. I hang on while he tries, struggling unsuccessfully. I am just teasing him, playing with him as he struggles to get free of me. Then he head slams me.

 “Skinny boy,” I wince, “don’t start it!”

 Then I tuck my head into his body so it spears his neck and chest. I feel a bit ashamed of my retaliation, so I  relaxed my grip on him a bit. He pulls up from me for a moment, just taking aim, he tries to head slam me again, but I am able to move my head, tucking it into his chest just in time for him to miss hitting me, again. His blue eyes glaze over, like a stunned bird, hurt but still fighting for life.

 “Lay there, you ugly bitch,” he says.

 I say nothing to him, just hold him, pinned on top of the full length of me.

 “I want our skins, skinny white boy, dirty Martin!” I scream into his face.

 He stares into my eyes, angry and quiet, his mouth clenched tightly.

 “Just give me those skins,” I say, “ and I’ll let you go. I’m taking them back to my brothers.”

 I get a cold chill as he burns down on top of me with such fierceness, that I feel sure he hasn’t understood what a little thing it is I am asking of him. His eyes are tight and crazy wild.

 In a reasonable voice, I say to him, “You shouldn’t have taken them. Drop them and I’ll let you up. You can just go, when you have dropped them.”

 “Lemme go!” he grunts.

 “No,” I say.

 He lays still on top of me, then goes stiller. I keep him pinned on top of me. Something happens. He pushes his hips inside mine. My hips lock to either side of his hips and I am holding him in a light vise.

He stiffens like he is surprised that I have softened my hold on him. He lowers his chest closer, touching, softly pressing into my breasts. Then I am caught and give into him. He is moving gracefully, on top of me, warm and gentle as he kisses me. When I look into his face, I know he will be smiling, because he has won at the contest I started on the side of this hill. When I finally opened my eyes, looking into his face, he is smiling and he says,

 “I’ve kissed better.”

 I know that isn’t true because it is most likely his first kiss, ever. His voice is shaking, so I know I still scare him. I let go of him, scramble to grab the skins he had dropped in the dirt, and run as fast and as far from him as I can get. Still, he sort of stayed with me for a long time after our Saturday morning kiss. That’s probably why I never told my brothers about the time I caught Jack Martin stealing from our traps.

Om effectief en efficient een organisatie te managen is het noodzakelijk ‘in control’ te blijven. Dit geld voor de organisatie en je processen. Om grip hier op te krijgen is de term ‘procesvolwassenheid’ geintroduceerd. De oorsprong van deze term gaat terug tot in de jaren 80, vanuit de vraag naar een verbeterde methode voor selectie van softwareleveranciers. Het begrip ’volwassenheid’ werd ingevoerd ( CMM-CEI-model ;Capability Maturity Model).Van hier uit werd het BPMM (Business Process Maturity Model) ontwikkeld. Het BPMM beschrijft een evolutie pad waarnaar organisaties zich ontwikkelen; van onderontwikkelde , inconsistente activiteiten naar volwassen gedisciplineerde processen. Het BPMM bevat vijf niveaus waarop een organisatie zich kan bevinden op de weg naar procesvolwassenheid. Het Business Process Maturity Model gaat over hoe de processen zijn beschreven en hoe deze worden uitgevoerd in een organisatie.

Level 1:        inconsistentie en in de bedrijfsresultaten en manieren waarop de activiteiten worden uitgevoerd

Level 2:        stabiele afdelingen met werkprocedures en procesbeschrijvingen

Level 3:        gestandaardiseerde end-to-end businessprocessen

Level 4:        statistisch stabiele processen met voorspelbare uitkomsten

Level 5:        proactive verbeterattitude met bijbehorende omgeving en acties om                veranderende bedrijfsdoelstellingen te behalen.

Het PEMM (Het Process and Enterprise Maturity Model) heeft een andere benadering dan het BPMM, maar uit beide volgt dat de procesvolwassenheid van een organisatie afhankelijk is van de organisatievolwassenheid. Volgens Hammer, de grondlegger van PEMM,  moeten bedrijven ervoor zorgen dat hun bedrijfsprocessen meer volwassen worden zodat deze betere prestaties kunnen leveren. Om de volwassenheid te verbeteren moeten de organisaties twee soorten kenmerken ontwikkelen: Proces enablers en ondernemingscompetenties.

 In het PEMM zijn vijf procesenablers geïdentificeerd:

1. Ontwerp: De diepgang van beschrijving over hoe het proces moet worden uitgevoerd.
2. Uitvoerenden: De mensen die het proces uitvoeren uitgedrukt in termen van vaardigheden en kennis.
3. Eigenaar: Een hogere stafmedewerker die de verantwoordelijkheid voor het proces en de resultaten van het proces heeft.
4. Infrastructuur: De informatiesystemen en beheersystemen die het proces ondersteunen.
5. Metriek: De metingen die de organisatie gebruikt om de prestaties van het proces te volgen.

Voor het bovenstaande geldt dat hoe sterker en robuuster deze enablers zijn, hoe beter de prestaties van het proces kunnen zijn en hoe beter het resultaat.

Naast de vijf procesenablers zijn er vier ondernemingscompetenties geïdentificeerd:

1. Leiderschap: Hogere stafmedewerkers die de verwezenlijking van het proces steunen
2. Cultuur: De mate van klantgerichtheid, samenwerking in teams, individuele verantwoordingsplicht en bereidheid om te veranderen.
3. Deskundigheid: Vaardigheden en methoden voor het veranderen van processen
4. Bestuur: Mechanismen om complexe projecten en veranderingsinitiatieven te beheren.

Om betere resultaten te bereiken dienen organisaties de volwassenheid van de twee kenmerken te ontwikkelen; de individuele processen en ondernemerscompetenties die slaan op de gehele organisatie. Organisaties kunnen de evaluaties van de procesenablers en de ondernemingscompetenties samen gebruiken om de voortgang van proces- en organisatieveranderingen te beoordelen. Hiervoor is een toolkit ontwikkeld in de vorm van uitgebreide matrices. Op een schaal van  tot en met 4 wordt een beoordeelding gegeven op de verschillende onderdelen. Op basis hiervan wordt gekeken hoe procesvolwassen (niveau 1 tot en met niveau 4) op 13 verschillende componenten wordt gescoord. Zodoende wordt heel inzichtelijk waar nog aan gewerkt dient te worden op proces- en ondernemerscompetenties.

Op dit moment is Adviesgilde bezig het raamwerk van het PEMM-model procesvolwassenheid verder te ontwikkelen en toe te passen. Wij houden u op de hoogte van de nieuwste ontwikkelingen.

The “sky” was adjusted so that blue stars are now visible – much better than a flat, black sky. The ground floor has had the store vendors installed and also has demo models of the products.

I took a concious decision to make use of an excellent online resource for the gay leather fetish history part if the build. It is a simple display which takes you to the online site. It would be foolish of me to try to replicate such a wonderful resource. The display will be joined with “life sized” historic leathermen images.

The ground floor also contains the leather venue board. Unlike the more common ad-boards these will be populated by invitation only. The community will guage what venues should appear – those that focus exclusively to the community will be invited first. This is more about promoting the community rather than any commercial venue.

There is still a lot of open space outside and this will be given over to the memorial garden as well as a new resident information station. I do not aim to replicate the great new resident services that the infohubs like NCI provide but I will hopefully give some form of help and guidance for those who mat be new and interested or curious about the community. Freebies are of course going to be sought and I’ll be contacting merchants later on for promotional items.

That leaves the upper floor of the building. I’m in two minds about this at the moment. I could use it as a build studio or give it over to an informal meeting place. At the moment I’m more inclined towards the meeting place as I’d rather keep my work in progress builds private.

My husband is a silly guy.  Today I remembered this drawing of his that he made while suffering from a nasty stomach bug.  He had become quite intimate with the toilet and was running out of ways to entertain himself.  So he made this crass, “everyman” self-portrait:

He drew himself drawing himself while he was on the toilet.  It’s like Norman Rockwell’s self-portrait.

To compete with my husband, I recalled my own special toilet memory and committed it to paper.  This was a recent experience with a Japanese toilet.  They look like this:

Built into the ground, like a urinal on the floor.  A woman must strike the most unfeminine pose when using it and take care not to pee all over her pants.

I was using one of these on the shinkansen.  The normal Japanese toilets are intimidating, but on trains, they’re even worse.  For some reason, they’re raised on platforms.  And when you’re using the toilet, you have to hold onto the handlebars unless you want to get knocked to the floor with your pants down when the train hits a bump or suddenly changes speed.

I don’t know what scenario was more frightening: a train accident occurring while I was squatting in such a vulnerable position; or some salaryman finding the door unlocked, catching an eyeful of my naked ass.

Hi guys. Here’s another chapter of Working Married Woman. We get to see a hot nurse this time. Zecchou Boshis’s up next.

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Yesterday was spent mostly on landscaping. Whilst the plot is flat it is of course not alone and some of the other plots do not match the mood I am after. I have had to make use of the large privacy screens which I’m sure you have seen around. They feature a night view of a city skyline. This is tatched with a totally black “sky” and dark brick ground covering. Ideally, visitors should view in midnight settings.

The plot entry point is a stargate – I find it interesting to navigate the network when I have spare time. This is directly opposite from the doors to the old building. The grounds have little decoration. An aged billboard, trash would appear to be all but in front if the giant side windows of the building is a small garden.

The garden is a memorial though there are no signs to this. Without signs nor words it becomes a memorial to everyone and anyone.

For the past week I’ve been holding myself back from writing. I don’t like to judge or “go in” on people without all the facts but today was the last straw. I’m so sick and tired of these pervs messing with these little kids. First it was the whole Shaniya Davis incident which disgusted me beyond measure. Seriously, I can’t even really write about it. In order to write about something you have to be able to comprehend it and that’s not something I think I’ll ever be able to comprehend. I’ve never been one that supported the death penalty but I would like to see both her mother and the perv that “kidnapped” her put in front of the firing squad. I mean how can the very woman that was supposed to protect you be the one that puts you in harms way…I can’t do anything but shake my head. I’m not a mother, and I don’t know the day to day stress and pressure of motherhood. But I would like to believe that as a human, forget being a mother, I would never consider placing a child in harms way; especially not for personal gain. If you don’t want your child there are so many safe places that you could take them. There are so many families fighting to have a child that can’t and you’re blessed with something as precious as a life and you knowingly place it in harms way. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fathom that.  Oh yeah and another thing that irks me about this case is everyone keeps talking about how pretty she was and why did it have to happen to such a beautiful little girl. Would it suit you better if the little girl wasn’t “pretty”…I’m sorry I just don’t understand how the way she looks has anything to do with ANYTHING. I don’t care what she looked like, that’s something that NO CHILD should have to endure especially not at the hands of their mother. That’s all I’ll say about that.             

Not long after I was reading about little Miss Davis I came across another story about a man killing his son for supposedly molesting his 3 year old half-sister. I proceed to read the comments under the story and a majority of the people were calling the father a monster. From what I understood from the comments, the fact that the young man was his son was what made him a “Monster”. To be quite honest, in my book the 15year old is the monster. Anyone that would inappropriately touch a child is a Monster.  I’m not condoning the fathers’ actions, but at the same time I understand how he could have “snapped”. I’d honestly like to say I wouldn’t have killed my own child. I’d like to say I would have just talked to him and let him know that this can NEVER EVER happen again, but I can’t stand flat footed and say that would have been my response. I mean who’s to say how long that’s been going on? Who’s to say he would have ever stopped? I’m sorry but you can say what you want, I think he was being a father…protecting his daughter. Granted it was an extremely drastic way of protecting her and the fact that he killed the young man “execution style” is rather hard to process, but I honestly can’t call the man a monster. Was he wrong? VERY! Could he have found another way to punish the young man? OF COURSE! But a monster….I can’t agree with that one.

Then I received an email with the subject “Unbelievable.”  I opened up the email thinking I was going to see some amazing pictures or read about how someone was miraculously saved from a car accident. Boy was I wrong. It was a link to a Memphis news station that was reporting about a 9year old little girl performing oral sex on an 8year old boy in the school library. Apparently the young man tried to tell but was asked if he was telling on himself? Basically the librarian was telling him that snitching wasn’t cool, even if you’re in an uncomfortable situation. At first I was upset with the Librarian for ignoring him, but the more I thought about it, the more upset I became with the little girls parents…or lack there of. I understand kids are being exposed to sex a lot earlier on in life than we were, but at the same time, for her to force herself on him is mind boggling. I know most men will read this and think it’s cool or “He’s the man” Quite frankly I think it’s repulsive. She’s in school to learn, not to practice becoming the next Superhead. Maybe I’m just old school but 8 and 9 year olds should not being kissing, fondling, or having sex. Their bodies aren’t even developed. This whole scenario raises so many questions. What has this little girl been exposed to? Has she been forced to do this before? Are her parents encouraging this behavior? Is this the first guy she’s done it too at school? (Maybe the other guys thought it was cool) There are so many thoughts running through my mind. Parents are quick to blame BET for their child’s behavior but there has to come a time when parents take accountability for what they’re teaching (not teaching) their children.

Last year I found out that a high school friend had gotten her tubes tied and she hadn’t had any children. When I asked her about this she stated that she didn’t want to risk bringing a child into this crazy world; so when she reached an age where the doctors would perform the procedure, she went for it. I looked at her and her mother like they were crazy. What woman doesn’t want children…ever? I mean I for one don’t want any right now, but once I’m married I would love to have children. Anyhoo, every time I saw her after the procedure I felt like she cheated herself out of something so precious, so wonderful, so life changing….then I come across stories like these and I understand why she made the decision. Granted I wouldn’t go to that extreme because I think children are a gift from God, but for the first time I understood why. I’m beyond disgusted. I’ve been shaking my head the whole time trying to write this. There is so much I want to say but just reading the words on this page is making me sick. I’m done!

Mature Love

You weren’t expecting the next post to be about mature love, were you.

Definition: Mature love is the type of love you see in long-term marriages. When you are together because you want to be together and not because you need to be with one another, you have a mature love.

Signs of mature love include acceptance, emotional support, commitment, calmness, respect, caring, kindness, friendship, and consideration.

From about.com

But yeah. It’s the whole enchilada.

He says to me, over and over, that he loves me. That I’m beautiful. That my eyes are so sensual. That I thrill him.

I don’t know if he means it that way, but to a woman that stuff is foreplay.

Use It or Lose It

We frequently hear, in various contexts, the adage “use it or lose it.”   This appears to be true with regard to playing piano, speaking a foreign language, or performing sexually.  But I would like to offer hope to the millions who may feel they have already lost it, where sex is concerned.

My mate was widowed after nearly 45 years of marriage.  The last 20 or so were without sex.   In recent years he had nearly given up even masturbating, finding that he had little genital sensation, difficulty maintaining an erection, and seldom ejaculated.  It didn’t help that he was on blood pressure and cholesterol-lowering medications.

Then he met me.

I had given up hope of finding a relationship that wasn’t transitory or degrading, and acquiring a disability seemed to reduce the number of potential partners.  Some acted as if a spinal cord injury were contagious, others hesitated to be seen in public with a woman using a walker to ambulate.   I suspect that for others, a mix of pity and scorn for the broken and impaired made me a non-starter.

As I neared menopause, in my mid-fifties, it mattered less and less.  My libido was dwindling, which felt like something of a kindness in view of my scant supply of sex partners.

And then I met him.

More in the next installment…

2010 Şubat’ında PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, ve PC için çıkacak olan BioShock 2′ nin PS3 versiyonun kabı gösterildi.

This sexual incident happened when I went to my hometown in india recently. She was my dream for long time.She is married and about 46 yrs old. She has no kids and her husband looks much older than her. Whenever I see her going out she looks stunning ,most of the time her clothes are so tight and they reveal her sexy boobs and ass curves which turns me on. Sometimes her blouses are transparent and her tight bras just tickle my dick.
It was a rainy day and I was alone at home, since I was lonely I rented a Indian porn movie and was watching in my room. And my dick was full erect and I was naked on my bed. Since it was raining I didn’t lock the front door nor my room door. And I was so into the porn movie and stroking my dick. Suddenly I heard my mums name called. I quickly jumped from the bed and I couldn’t find my pants and I grabbed my towel and wrapped around my waist and at that moment my room door opened and surprising it was my admired aunty standing wet in her saree. I was stunned and speechless, And I noticed my dick was erect and was open in the air because the towel I grabbed was small. She was speechless too and the porn still running in my big TV. I covered my dick with my hand and smiled at her and she asked where my mom was , I informed she had gone out and will be late for her to be back.
For my luck her husband had locked the house and gone somewhere and she has no place to go so she had hopped in my house. She was wet and her saree pasted to her sexy figure. Her big hip and navel was open . I asked if she wanted a towel to dry herself she said yes and I quickly went to turn off the porn movie and she stopped me and said she would like to watch the movie with me. I was shocked and its my fantasy to be with her. I quickly went and locked the front door and came back to my room and she was seated on my bed and watching the porn. I sat at the other end of bed. Still my dick erect.
Suddenly she told me that her sexy life was not good . Her husband was not interested in her. I knew this was my chance and I went next to her and removed my towel. I was nervous and scared. She smiled and said it’s a secret between me and her. I was happy . And she took my dick in her mouth and started to suck gently and then harder, I couldn’t hold for long and I cummed a hot shot of sperms in her mouth and she drank it. Then she started to kiss me from bottom to my chest and sucked my nipples wow it was great. Then she pulled her saree off and removed her blouse then petticoat and bra then her panty , its my dream come true. She was so sexy with huge boobs and hairy in her armpit and pussy. I hugged her and kissed her lips and then neck and played with her boobs and she was making sexy noises. Then I licked her navel and her big hip. I pushed her on the bed and she spread her legs to reveal her hairy pussy. I wasted no time in digging it with my tongue and she was squeezing my head and pushing deep into her pussy . the smell was so erotic and kept sucking all her juice that was pouring and it was so wet and my face was with her cum . after few minutes she pulled my head away from the pussy and dragged me to her face and licked my face and kissed me hard and passionately. I was fondling her boobs. She wanted me to lick her ass. It was hairy too , I licked all over that hard ass it was so sexy. She asked me to fuck her deep and hard. I went between her legs and inserted my dick it was a bit tight and as I pushed harder it became smooth and since it was wet it was so smooth and I fucked her like a mad dog . she was having such a horny look in her face. She shivered a couple of times. And she whispered don’t cum inside I want to suck it. After about a few minutes I was ready to send off my load so I pulled out my dick and took it to her face and she sucked all my sperms and drank.
We both lay cuddling each other no words spoken. She kissed me again and told me she was so happy today. She had a wash in my bathroom and I was watching her scrub her body and her pussy . She invited me to join her I was smooching and cuddling her . then she dressed up and told me it should be a secret and we shall enjoy again if we get chance again.

Hope to get another chance soon. (Indian Sex 4u, 2009)