Can you put my shoes back on?”I put the shoes on her bare feet. We don’t bother with the socks, and she’s off to the bathroom.She returns with ...a coy look and goes back to her position and drapes her legs over mine. I am thankful that she is rather thin and light.“My shoes.”I take them off again and massage her feet, then ankles, and calves. My hands retrace the wanderings of the last hour and she just closes her eyes and enjoys. My hands again wander all over he thighs and when I get to her. Saliva was pouring out of her slutty, violated mouth like a waterfall, trickling down my balls and onto her tits, reminding me of the glorious flesh mounds that I might as well make mine, in this whole process. I pulled out my veiny, diamond-feeling cock from her throat in one swift motion, a trail of spit and foam coming with it. My sister could only manage a very deep breath as I reached down and ripped her robe open, exposing her creamy fat titties for my eyes to feast upon. They were. And m here with a fresh and real story, which is a 3 part of my story named “dost ki hot mami neerupa ”. If you have not read part-1 and 2, I strongly suggest to do so in order to enjoy this part. Please send me ur feedback and suggestions on In the previous parts I told you how I got indulge with neerupa in a seductive chat at parul’s anniversary party which led us to some sexual and lustful moments with lots of moaning in the room.To mene uski ankho pe uski bra bandh rkhi thi or use khoob. "Shall I walk you home?" He asked."Sure,"Jason held my hand and we talked some more. My house was now in full view, and he was surprised. "This is a wonderful house! I wish I had a house this nice. My mother's job isn't paying much. I'm trying to get her to quit."I looked at him. "What's her job?" I asked him. "You don't want to know." His eyes looked down. "Jasmine, your late!" My father looked at the boy next to me. "Get away!" She held her broom stick. "Sorry!"Jason quickly left with his.