The woman at the coffee shop always gave me the freshest and biggest doughnuts and, best of all, she allowed me to run my naughty fingers up under her... apron to investigate the fit of her undies underneath. Her name was Donna and she had a backside that was always jutting out like a black girl’s ass from Harlem. I felt reasonably certain she didn’t have any black blood in her, but it wouldn’t make any difference to me because her skin was so clean and soft that I would have licked and kissed her. In the reflected glow from the car's lights we caught a glimpse of the girl still standing there alone. I turned on my lights and they swept across the car park as I drove to the exit, illuminating the girl standing there. As I turned onto the road, I suddenly realised that it was Kathleen, the stuck up little bitch from college standing there.Don't ask me why. I don't know why we do those kinds of things. But roughhouse that I am, I couldn't leave her out in the sticks on her own. So without. Aaj me aapko aapne life me ek aur intersting story batane ja raha hu.Aaj me aapko mere aur mere chachi ke releation ke baare me batane ja raha hu.Mujhe chachi phele se he pasand thi,woh saree pehna karti he aur usme uske moves aur cuts dekha karta tha.Jab saree me uska pet aur peeth dikhta tha tho me pagal ho jata tha,jab woh humare ghar aati thi tho me use he dekhta reheta hu,jab woh baithi thi tho uske piche baitha tha,aur uske peeth ko dekha karta tha,kai baar tho me moka dekh kar uski. His hands slid under my thighs lifting them up until I braced feet,hooking my heels on the edge of the table, spread wide for his hungrymouth. His tongue found the leg band of mu panties and wiggled insideto caress the tip of my clitty and my tight excited pucker. Thencurling around the head he moaned in lust as his tongue pulled myclitty out. His lips sucked it in as it grew fully erect in his mouth.My hands found his head, my fingers spreading out in his hair thencurling to get a grip as I.