Bhabhi: ab bolo kya loge?Me :coffeeBhabhi: main coffee lati hu tab tak tum tv dekho.bhabhi ne hi tv on karke mere haath me remote thama diya ,5 min k ...baad bhabhi 2 mug coffee bana k leke aai or maine coffe taste karke coffee ki tarif ki wahh bahbhi kya coffee banai hai aapne toh woh smile karne lagi or muje thanks kaha ab hum coffee ko enjoy karte huve tv dekh rahe the. Tabhi bhabhi ne pu6a,rahul aapki koi gf nahi hai? Maine mana kar diya nahi bhabhi meri abhi koi gf nahi hai.mere lund khada hi. He can't help but stare at themuscular torso of the man as my son slowly removes his Superman underwear.Jamal pauses to watch my son move his underwear down his coltish legs, thendrops them on the floor. My son is now completely naked and totallyvulnerable as Jamal eyes his prize. Jamal then starts to remove his sweat pants, his large cock springsfree and slaps against his washboard stomach, Jamal continues to push hissweat pants down and off till both Jamal and my son now sit. It was two in the morning when my phone buzzed. My honey told me she’d just gotten home. Her restaurant shift ended at ten pm so I knew what I was gonna hear next. I hadn’t been alone in my hotel room very long either. A gal I’d banged a few years earlier recognized me at the bar and we relived old times. She was married now but still a slut.“Did you get laid tonight?” she opened with. Before I could answer she continued, “Like I said I would, I sure did. One of the truckers I used to service. Well, how much do you like it?" What do you mean?" Well, if I promised to let you play with my boobies, would you kiss my ass?" Just as much as you can stand," I said fervently."Then I'll meet you at the front door in a few minutes, okay?" Yes!"Twenty minutes later, I hobbled after her into a nearby apartment complex, just a five minute drive from the store. She put her purchases away and then, turning to me, took off her light jacket and left only her sleeveless, low cut blouse covering her.