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She hadn’t seen me as of yet, but I would be putting a good deal of physical evidence onto and in her body. Her crimes would kill her I was afraid. Her black skirt had dirt stains upon the front and was hiked up around her waists. I considered ripping the skirt off so she would have a clue that there would be no walk home, but with what I had planned I knew that she was going to be a treat just the way she was.The white dress shirt that she wore out of the office, and the tight fitting dress. .what’s the point if he won’t be seeing it?” Trish kissed me again, “Who said that he wouldn’t?” she told me as she smiled. “I may let him see me and I may not. It just depends how I feel at the time.” I kissed her and at the same time slipped my hand inside her panties. She was very moist; wetter than usual in fact. I suddenly felt the urge to taste her and I slipped down on to the floor between her legs. Trish lifted her bottom as I reached for the waistband of her panties. She cried out. I knew this was wrong, but I just kept getting more and more aroused. Admiring the tits of this young, dead woman, I couldn't resist grabbing them. They felt so soft and way better than my wife's. Then I put my mouth on them and started licking and sucking on her nipples. They tasted salty because of the sea, but it felt really nice. When I was done sucking, I decided to go down and relieve her of those blue pants. They went off easier than the t-shirt. Her panties were pink with white details.. We kissed while savoring the intense pleasure we had just felt. When our kiss broke Raju rolled off.We fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up after half an hour. Raju's cock lay limp between his legs. I took it between my fingers and moved the foreskin up and down hoping it will get erect."Kyon ek baar aur chudwana chahati hai? (You want me to fuck you one more time?)" Raju laughed rubbing his eyes.I blushed and nodded. Then we fucked one more time.It was nearly three. We dressed quickly..
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