The pair was a great gift, made just for her. The vest was just long enough to cover three inches below her breasts, laced up the front a few times, a...nd the sleeves were tight fitted down to her wrists. There was even a wonderful silk lining inside with a pair of secret pockets woven within.Her short sword, the belt and sling were there as well with her pennies, shot bag and travel pack with all her extra knickers, food and other provisions. She even had her silver belt of charms, coins and. Ssaaab…Dhire…Dhire…mere chooth fath Gaye.Ignoring her screams I stroke deeper, wet noises phaatch, phaatch, phaatch, grinding my pubic bones on her as her clit get rubbed with my upward strokes. Her G spot strokes with every in and out stroke. Her gasp of pain now turning to pleasure, un-familiar feeling erupting from her pussy as she secreted juices, wailing, body and back arching hhhhh oooohhhh maaahhh nails digging in my back scratching drawing blood as she cum again and again orgasm hitting. He had already stripped his clothes down to naught and there was no one home at the time. My bed was so full of young, innocent sexual memories. It had softened over the years of quiet masturbation both solo and with a few special friends. The walls in my room were not insulated, creating a comfortable heat. The blowing of the fan gave the perfect relief as it oscillated over my freshly eaten out pussy. Antonio had been stroking his diamond hard cock beneath me as he proceeded to inch closer to. For he straightened his seat and switched on his reading light, and after a moment of silence, started a conversation, probably trying to explain away the situation. I did not know what to do! I was obviously very excited, but at the same time, didn’t know how he would react if I made a first move. I had heard stories about Salman Khan being gay, but ‘R’ here was supposed to be straighter than a straight line! His blanket was around his knees, and the bulge in his slacks was just too obvious..