And he was throwing a tantrum and didn’t want to wear his shirt. She had to bend down to make him wear his shirt, and she knew I was looking that di...rection just three feet away. But she bent in a different angle away from me, so I could not see anything. Then all of a sudden she turned in the ensuing struggle with my son, and I caught a glimpse of her left nipple. Mind you, that shirt covered up to the collarbone, and still I managed to peek at her left nipple.—There’s just one last pink blouse. You feel the same way? Oh, thank God. I thought you were going to call me a freak or something. Aww, you’re so sweet. It does feel so good to be desired.Yeah, I desire you too. I want you. I just feel bad because you have a girlfriend and all these friends and I’m getting closer with them, and it feels like I’m doing something bad… well, I guess we’re doing something bad. But I think I kind of like feeling bad. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never wanted something like this. The flash caught her perfect compliance as the motion jutted her up bloused breasts out to their optimum and created just the right reflective shine off the black duct tape gag. As a bonus, her extended fingers crept into the shot to emphasize her struggling against the ropes binding her slender wrists behind her back. “That’s it,” I encouraged. “Now give me your best ‘mmph’ okay?”A stifled sound escaped her nostrils and I clicked again on her helpless heroine expression. Wisps of blonde hair. Wo apna hath upar se le ke niche lund tak lati thi or jab upar jati to uska boobs salwar me se touch hota tha. Phir usne khud mujhe siddha kar diya aur usne apne choot k chhed pe mera lund set kar diya tha or halka halka push karne lagi. Maine apni gand ko thaora or upar utha liya to soni salwar ke upar se chhoot ko touch hone laga or thodi der baad aaaahhh ke sath me soni jhad gayi. Maine poocha kya hua to usne kaha kuch nahi lekin mai samajh gaya tha soni ka chhoot fadakne laga. Mere ke lund.