Fir kuch din ke baad mere ghar walw wapas aa gaye main unko station chor ke wapas gahr aya aur khana kha kar sone chala gaye par meri ichchha bhabhi k...o chodne ki thi unke ghar me koi aya hua tha to main so gaya fir raat ko 1 baje mere ghar ka koi door bell baje dekha to bhabhi thi wo boli so gaye kya main bola nahi fir wo boli ki aa jao aaj jitni ichchha hai chod lo.Fir main unke ghar gaya undar jate hi main ne unko pakad liya aur unko kiss karne laga wo bhi mera sath dene lagi main bola bhabhi. I masturbated on that and went off to sleep.The next day I noticed that the crate contained one beer bottle less. I realized instantly that Kumaran must have taken it. This got me interested, so I didn’t mention this to Kumaran and acted as tough I had not noticed the absence of the bottle. In the evening I made a trip to the Bazaar and purchased a few rum and whisky bottles. The next day the same story repeated but this time Kumaran couldn’t even make it on time for the morning chores.At 8.30. She said she'll be right back, when she came back, she brought her camera and took a pic of me then set it down and put it to record. She then peeled my underwear down and my rock hard 8" poped out. She slowly engulfed it in her mouth sucking each inch as it went into her warm mouth. I caressed her body from her feet up her legs thighs and ass. It was smoother than silk. Her soaking wet underwear was practically invisible on her. She whispered in my ear, "u have no idea how long I've wanted u. This is more like it. You lean forward and your lips touch, just lightly brushing, then coming back for more. It’s slow and relaxed, no hurry at all - which doesn’t mean it’s without passion.You lean into the next kiss, giving him more of your mouth, taking more of his, your tongues dueling, slowly, lazily, his hand running through your hair, lightly caressing your neck. Sometime during that kiss, you manage to kick off your high heels.There’s a hunger growing in you, a tightness at the pit of.