The curtain that protects us from inquisitive eyes rippled as if someone just walked by but I just don't care, I'm with Oliver. He raised my skirt and... pushed it over my back while slowly removing my panties. I trembled with anticipation as I could feel his fingers brushing against my thighs, my calves, then back up my legs. I heard the zip of his fly, the tear of the condom wrapper, then his hands on my hips and I felt him enter me, slow and gently. I gasped at the feeling of his penetration. .but himmat nai hui aankh kholne ki… subah uth ke maine soch lia tha ki aaj mamaji ko seduce karna hi hai…maine subah ki tank top aur shorts pehan liye… iss dress mein meri thighs and cleavage ache se dikh rahi thi…Maine mamaji ko uthaya aur chai di.. fir vo fresh hoke living room mein baith k newspaper padhne lage.. newspaper ke bahane vo mujhe poore time ghur rahe the.. main bhi jaan k unke aas pas hi kaam kar rahi thi.. kabhi apni ass unki taraf kar deti toh kabhi apne boobs… Mamaji ke kai. But it was more so on this day, because of the outfit she wore. Several men openly flirted with her, and some almost went as far to ask her out on a date. Unfortunately, none did.Before her encounter with Mr. Collins last Sunday, Lisa had always went to work with a very professional and classy appearance. The beautiful blonde always tried to separate her professional life from her personal life - until now. She truly enjoyed dressing like a trashy slut a whole lot more. Lisa liked her boss'. "I let loose then, my hips working like a piston, driving my dick into her heat over and over. She held on to the raised trunk with one hand and the chain link fence with the other."My pussy feels incredible. It's so wet for its daddy's big cock." It was so wet in fact, I could feel her juices escaping and running down her leg."Simon?"Trish walked between my car and her own and looked over my daughter's body as it was jarred forward with every shove of my hips against her ass, only to be pulled.