Fir kya tha payal bhabhi apne shaman or papa ke shath hi aap ne sasural me hospital pahoch gai waha jake bahot rone bad fir thik hui or naresh ka thik... hone ka intejar karne lagi kuchh 6 ghante bad docter ne kaha ki naresh ab thik ho sakta hai.or aap unse mil sakte hai to payal bhabhi turant ush ke pass gai or rone lagi ush ne kaha ager aap ne bata diya hota to me chali aati yesha karne ki kya jarurat thi.fir naresh ne ushe shant kiya.dono ne samjota kar liya. fir 2 din bad naresh ko hospital se. As we kept kissing I felt her hand release from my back and slide down around my groin area. She began rubbing my groin through my jeans. My cock began to harden under her hand. I took my hand a slowly reached it up her shirt and gently began to massage her breast. In between kisses she began saying things like oh Devin and I love you. Then she stopped kissing me and went down under the blanket. I felt her undo the button on my jeans and then unzip them. Then she pulled them down and she. The guys went mad, apparently I was the first girl who had ever gone the whole way, in previous games they had chickened out.You can imagine the atmosphere was pretty hot and i have to say, by then I was up for anything, the drink had certainly had it effect.Anyway, there I am at the party, stood there in just my stockings and belt, feeling a little merry and I have to say enjoying myself. Looking around, I see that of the group playing were in various stages of undress, and certainly a couple. I was 16 and already developed a few kinky taboo fetishes. Belinda was 18 and her acceptance of me only emboldened me in my lustful desires. She was no stranger to the kinky side of sex and relished in the fact her younger brother had been stealing her dirty panties doing god knows what with them. It wasn’t hard for Belinda to catch me during my perverted daily ritual, after all she provided the bait. Belinda found herself thinking of me smelling and licking the soiled crotch of her panties as.