Fir koi halchal ni hoyi to meri aur himmat badhi maine shirt ke andar gale se hath daala . Fir bra pehna tha to thodi prblm ke sath andar v hath daal ...diya ab mai nipples feel kar rha tha and mera hath bra or boobs me daba tha mai move v ni kar pa rha tha . Fir maine. dabna suru kia nd bht confident tha ki agr jagi v to dekha jayega jo ho jaye aaj meri raat hai . Fir boobs se mnn bhar gya tha mujhe pants ke andar dalne ka hua . Fir maine hath nikale or pants me daal diye to firstly mujhe panty. Sgt. Wilson, the junior of the two officers, was doing all the talking to keep his partner from loosing his badge. Sgt. Hague had known Bill Saunders for over 20 years and considered him a good friend. He had never met the new wife, Karin, until he had picked her up at the apartment. All Bill had ever said to him about their sudden marriage was that it had been a big mistake. He had called her a 'gold-digger.' Bill had jokingly brushed it all off with some raunchy comments about her insatiable. She turned around and helped me to lace her into the old rusty plow like a donkey.The leather straps bit into her cunt lips and went up to her tits. She wrapped them around her nipples and then her tits twice. The straps cut off her circulation a little. She wrapped them over her shoulders and down through her butt-crack before wrapping them through her legs again and around her waist.This was another thing Becky had only done a partial job on.“I bet she told you to take a bunch of pictures of. And you are…?" After taking a moment to gain some semblance of composure, and sensing that he was cool, I replied, “My friends call me Lisa.” “Well, Lisa, why not stop over, I wasn’t sleepy tonight and I’d love the company. I have some vodka and can mix us up some screwdrivers.” Well, I didn’t think twice, especially because I have a fetish for entertaining senior citizens, and he looked cute. “That would be nice, um, Tom, you said your name is? Let me just run inside and change." “And hide.