This was all too curious for her. The sounds were no longer mere sounds, but voices and … sounds, yes, but … sometimes not words but more like …... oh, my God! … moans? It was definitely the master bedroom and, as she stepped up to it, the door wasn’t fully closed and the voices were … her mom, yes, but … her dad, no. There was a deep male voice but it definitely was not her dad. This was a deep manly voice. She made out moans and groans and some words but not well. She heard him talking in an. Main hamesha une bhabhi kehta tha. unka nam rajni hai. bad main mujhe pata chala ki vo biology ki teacher hain. tab main unese bio main todi help lene chala jata tha padate hue. vo hamesha palu nahi pehnti thi. vo sirf salvar or kameez pehnti thi. tab main kabhi kabhi unki cleavage dekh leta tha. kya batun, app logo ko bhabhi ke gore gore boobs ki cleavage itni mast thi ke mera khada ho jata tha. magar hesitation hone ke karan bus main dout puchta or chala jat or ghar ake main masterbate karta.. I also found 2 suspender belts which I must admit are a personal favourite of mine! I removed my clothes and pulled on a a pair of black see through panties and a matching bra; I clipped on a black suspender belt and a pair of black seamed stockings .. all needed now was a pair of heels. I am a size 7 and luckily Paula is nearly that so I finished my look with a nice pair of her black patent heels. I stood in front of a full length mirror in the bedroom and admired the lingerie which now hugged. ” I laughed. “But `every time?’ That is ratherunusual. Women can only get pregnant on a few daysduring each month.”“I know that Miz Carpenter. It’s like I can tell whenthey’s ready, you know, smell it or somthin’. I just. my gosh. Miz Carpenter, you’s got that smell.”I could have been offended, but I knew he wasn’ttalking about body odor. Apparently the boy coulddetect the subtle pheromones that women emit when theyare.