Mere papa bedroom me sote the or mein or Mamta Bua mere Room mein sote the Mamta Bua hamare ghar mein mera or mere papa ka bahut acche se khayal rakht...i thi. Mere man mein unke liye kuch Galat nahi tha. Halaki mujhe Sex k bare mein us samay Jyada pta nhi tha, class mein ladko ko SEX ki baatien karte suna tha or kabhi kabhi akele mein bhi hand practice (Hast Maithun) kiya karta tha Tution k baad sare din aksar mein or Mamta bua ghar pe rehte Q ki papa Office chale jate the. Ek Din mere Dost ne. I had just stood up when my wife came out of the bedroom alone. I asked if Jackie was joining us? She said he is wore out and needs sleep. I slapped her sexy ass and said you hussy you wore him out. She giggled and said I guess so. We had a nice supper and the entire time my wife told me how Jackie had fucked her like a man possessed. I could tell her nipples where hard as she described how her had used her body. I pointed at them and asked she where cold? She glanced down and then pinching. She invited me to her house to hangout.Since Sneha lived alone in a flat, I went to her home. Damn! Such a hottie. She wore a floral tank top and skirt.She smiled as she came near the door. Her phone fell down and she bent to pick it up, when I got to look at her cleavage! Damn! Round and white, just partly covered with a low cut black bra. So soft and white, that I could see her veins. They seemed so likable to me.I just couldn’t stop looking at it! She caught me. Surprisingly, she blushed.. The sounds weren't threatening like a man's voice or that of the house being ransacked, but softer. He put his coffee cup and keys on the small table by the entryway and went to investigate the sound. As he got further into the house, the sound became more distinct and he recognized it... the sound of crying! He came around the corner and found Heather sitting on the fireplace hearth, her legs curled tight to her and her hands covering her face. She was sobbing and rocking back and forth in.