Phir agle uncle or aunti bi apne village chale gayi.Phir m rat k intgar karne llaga or ab bo time a gaya jisha muge intgar tha rath ko phir hum khana ...kha kar so gaye bhabhi ke so jane ke bad phir mene usi andag m bhabhike chuche masalne laga or pet salene lagaAj bhabhi ne reed coular ki maxi phani thi phir mene jos m aa kar bhabhi ke chuche jo se masal dyai to bhabhi gag gayi mera loda bhi bhar nichla hua tha tto bhabhi ne ka ya tum kya kar rahe ho to mene kuch nahi kha or bhabhi muge datne. And then her lips were glued to mine, her slender ass grinding on my raging boner. I was moaning without realizing it. My hands were insider her robe, roving over her tight body. She felt on fire, and still damp with sweat.My cock felt like it would burst through my pants at any moment. So I reached down and began fumbling at my belt, trying to unfasten them. I intended to give my girl a good fucking.But as soon as I started, Jess slipped off my lap, and attacked my pants, undoing the. ‘You’re mine when we get home. Until then – down boy.’ He grinned at me, smacking my ass as I walked out of the kitchen. I returned to party in the living room and it wasn’t long when Scott followed and returned outside. As much as I jokingly told him to calm down, I knew I wouldn’t. I could feel myself getting hotter by the second, despite the obvious breeze coming from outside. Part of it had to be from me. The other part had to be from the heater inside since after awhile, people started to. “So,” she said, not looking at him, “How was your Argentine whore last night?”Kevin sighed silently. “Taylor, honey,” he began. “I don’t like to talk about these things, you know. And I never make comparisons.”“Well, you should know I got a proper fucking from her husband,” she snapped nastily.“Really?” Kevin asked gently. “Are you all right, then?”She lifted her eyes to him. “No, Uncle Kevin, I’m not. It sucked. I mean, he wasn’t mean or hurtful. It was just that; a fucking. Nothing.