Unke boobs ab bhi itne mote tight or ubhar me the bss mera to sidha muh goun kke upr se hi boobs pr chala gya m tej tej se suck krne lga bhabhi ke muh... se awaaj aa rhi thiBhabhi: wow aahhhh mere ddewr ji aaj mujhe chod do blkl mat maaf krna meri chut ko jitna maarna h maaro fr mne unka goun utaar diya pta chala ki unhone kuch nai pahlna hua tha niche.Bhabhi; mnr tmhe uksane ke liye hi kuch nai pahna tha jaise hi bhabi ko nanga dekha mujhse rha nai gya or mne bhi ftaft apne kapde utaar diye or. HtmlI posted a quickly written draft version of this story in the comments section, before I realized it was an idea worth expanding, revising. As such, I think of it as an inferior, less erotic, and shorter copy of the version you are now (figuratively) holding in your hands.As always, comments, questions and suggestions are welcome. -------------------Bambi grew up motherless and alone, with only an imaginary friend to keep her company throughout her lonely c***dhood. She never really had any. The black dress that covered her to the neckline, but was V cut all the way down to the top of her ass. And her ass... Tight and firm from years of playing pick up basketball with the men on her block. Her body slim from her 3 workouts a week in the club. Her face soft and relaxed from the yoga class we took together. If was as if the world stopped when we walked in. People stood still. The music stopped. All eyes were on her. The tomboy had become the most beauiful classmate of them. There were three teams on this 'training' exercise. The cities fourth team was on standby for any other emergencies in the city that occurred during battle. They just happened to be maintaining their standby status near the home of Tony Rizzo. They all knew the main battle would be at the ranch but they didn't know if Carlos had sent a team against the Rizzo home as a diversion.As if the call from Jonas was the cue, an explosion destroyed the gates leading to the Rizzo mansion. They later.