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The restaurant is nearly empty as we take a table to the back and sit next to each other facing the room. The long table cloth hides all but our torsos from any ones view. When the waitress leaves from taking our drink orders she gives a little jump and gasp as I switch on the remote control vibrating egg that I had placed inside her pussy earlier. She grabs my arm as I turn up the intensity. When the waitress nears with our drinks, I turn the egg off.

The girl takes out dinner order and as she leaves, it’s my turn to jump as the egg that she had put in my ass jumps to life. She reaches into the pocket of my loose fitting slacks and passing her hand through the hole cut in the material, grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze. (more…)

My name is Mikayel Tanoli; I am 39, married with children and working in a bank. I live in Karachi (Pakistan) in a very middle class neighbourhood in a very ‘middle class’ way.

One October afternoon for no particular reason, I stopped off at my friend Rafi’s house.

Rafi was out playing golf but his wife Sidra, insisted that I have some tea with her and a little ‘chubshup’ (gossip).

Rafi is ten years my senior, a successful businessman married to Sidra (44 years of age) with two children studying abroad and a third one attending college in Lahore. (more…)

We’ll pick up roughly where we left off. Thoreau’s Cabin is the author’s version of Thoreau’s original 12×16 foot cabin on Walden Pond. This one was deep in the woods, and 10×12. As it turns out, interesting things happen in the fog. I wish I had the cabin, not to mention these imaginary experiences.

… We slowly came down from the peak, sweaty even in the cool night air in the cabin, and panting from the last bit of exertion. She held my face and kissed me all over my cheeks and forehead. She finished by planting a big wet one on the end of my nose. We both laughed. (more…)

My name is Mikayel Tanoli; I am 39, married with children and working in a bank. I live in Karachi (Pakistan) in a very middle class neighbourhood in a very ‘middle class’ way.

One October afternoon for no particular reason, I stopped off at my friend Rafi’s house.

Rafi was out playing golf but his wife Sidra, insisted that I have some tea with her and a little ‘chubshup’ (gossip).

Rafi is ten years my senior, a successful businessman married to Sidra (44 years of age) with two children studying abroad and a third one attending college in Lahore. (more…)

The restaurant is nearly empty as we take a table to the back and sit next to each other facing the room. The long table cloth hides all but our torsos from any ones view. When the waitress leaves from taking our drink orders she gives a little jump and gasp as I switch on the remote control vibrating egg that I had placed inside her pussy earlier. She grabs my arm as I turn up the intensity. When the waitress nears with our drinks, I turn the egg off.

The girl takes out dinner order and as she leaves, it’s my turn to jump as the egg that she had put in my ass jumps to life. She reaches into the pocket of my loose fitting slacks and passing her hand through the hole cut in the material, grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze. (more…)

The restaurant is nearly empty as we take a table to the back and sit next to each other facing the room. The long table cloth hides all but our torsos from any ones view. When the waitress leaves from taking our drink orders she gives a little jump and gasp as I switch on the remote control vibrating egg that I had placed inside her pussy earlier. She grabs my arm as I turn up the intensity. When the waitress nears with our drinks, I turn the egg off.

The girl takes out dinner order and as she leaves, it’s my turn to jump as the egg that she had put in my ass jumps to life. She reaches into the pocket of my loose fitting slacks and passing her hand through the hole cut in the material, grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze. (more…)

The restaurant is nearly empty as we take a table to the back and sit next to each other facing the room. The long table cloth hides all but our torsos from any ones view. When the waitress leaves from taking our drink orders she gives a little jump and gasp as I switch on the remote control vibrating egg that I had placed inside her pussy earlier. She grabs my arm as I turn up the intensity. When the waitress nears with our drinks, I turn the egg off.

The girl takes out dinner order and as she leaves, it’s my turn to jump as the egg that she had put in my ass jumps to life. She reaches into the pocket of my loose fitting slacks and passing her hand through the hole cut in the material, grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze. (more…)

My name is Mikayel Tanoli; I am 39, married with children and working in a bank. I live in Karachi (Pakistan) in a very middle class neighbourhood in a very ‘middle class’ way.

One October afternoon for no particular reason, I stopped off at my friend Rafi’s house.

Rafi was out playing golf but his wife Sidra, insisted that I have some tea with her and a little ‘chubshup’ (gossip).

Rafi is ten years my senior, a successful businessman married to Sidra (44 years of age) with two children studying abroad and a third one attending college in Lahore. (more…)

The restaurant is nearly empty as we take a table to the back and sit next to each other facing the room. The long table cloth hides all but our torsos from any ones view. When the waitress leaves from taking our drink orders she gives a little jump and gasp as I switch on the remote control vibrating egg that I had placed inside her pussy earlier. She grabs my arm as I turn up the intensity. When the waitress nears with our drinks, I turn the egg off.

The girl takes out dinner order and as she leaves, it’s my turn to jump as the egg that she had put in my ass jumps to life. She reaches into the pocket of my loose fitting slacks and passing her hand through the hole cut in the material, grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze. (more…)

My name is Mikayel Tanoli; I am 39, married with children and working in a bank. I live in Karachi (Pakistan) in a very middle class neighbourhood in a very ‘middle class’ way.

One October afternoon for no particular reason, I stopped off at my friend Rafi’s house.

Rafi was out playing golf but his wife Sidra, insisted that I have some tea with her and a little ‘chubshup’ (gossip).

Rafi is ten years my senior, a successful businessman married to Sidra (44 years of age) with two children studying abroad and a third one attending college in Lahore. (more…)