Indian horny bbw at the post office
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
I'd been in the post office getting some stamps when the woman that was serving me I thought started to flirt with me. She was an Indian, long dark hair, about 45, 5'3", probably about 20 stone. Anyway as there were no-one else in the queue behind me we carried on talking, innuendo's flying from both sides, and I was convinced she was flirting.
Anyway after a few minutes I decided to call her bluff, saying "When you get a break I'll be sat outside in the car", she looked surprised but smiled. I was sat outside having a cigarette, when after ten minutes she appeared. Tapping on the window she said "We could go upstairs to the stock room", as I got out of the car I realized how big she really was.
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As we walked round the back of the post office there were some steps leading to an upper floor. As we went inside the door it was like a stock room, full of rubbish, a table and chairs, lockers and a kettle. It was cozy, without windows. As we walked she said "My marriage is dead but I can't divorce him because of my religion".
As we sat in the room I asked her how long she had, ൵ minutes" she replied. She said "I liked you as soon as you walked in", I said "How old are you", she said ൹ does it matter", I said "No". And with that in mind I walked towards her. She was sat on one of the chairs as I put my hand on the back of her neck, she was smiling at me.
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
I'd been in the post office getting some stamps when the woman that was serving me I thought started to flirt with me. She was an Indian, long dark hair, about 45, 5'3", probably about 20 stone. Anyway as there were no-one else in the queue behind me we carried on talking, innuendo's flying from both sides, and I was convinced she was flirting.
Anyway after a few minutes I decided to call her bluff, saying "When you get a break I'll be sat outside in the car", she looked surprised but smiled. I was sat outside having a cigarette, when after ten minutes she appeared. Tapping on the window she said "We could go upstairs to the stock room", as I got out of the car I realized how big she really was.
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As we walked round the back of the post office there were some steps leading to an upper floor. As we went inside the door it was like a stock room, full of rubbish, a table and chairs, lockers and a kettle. It was cozy, without windows. As we walked she said "My marriage is dead but I can't divorce him because of my religion".
As we sat in the room I asked her how long she had, ൵ minutes" she replied. She said "I liked you as soon as you walked in", I said "How old are you", she said ൹ does it matter", I said "No". And with that in mind I walked towards her. She was sat on one of the chairs as I put my hand on the back of her neck, she was smiling at me.