Masta mothi zade saglikade shanta pakshache avaj vaigare vatavaran hote. colonit etarhi lahan mothe bungale hote pan bahutek bandh hote. mi tithe aamc...ha navin bngala pahila, to kahi motha vaigare asa navta. tasa lahanch hota. te ek bungala type donmajli ghar hote. changale majbut vatat hote. mi aatyala pahile tar ti pappa gelyavar parat saafsafaichya kamala lagli hoti. aajila sarvat varchya majlyavar rahanyachi soy keli hoti. mi va aatya pahilya majlyavar rahnar hoto. te ghar 5-10 varshapasun. Actually, she was quite bitter. But it was hot seeing her pussy spurt.The one that was now over Ceenie seemed a little shy. It looked as if she had never before gotten herself off. It was as if she did not know how to touch herself. She knew how to manicure her pubes though, so it was obvious she had touched her pussy before several times. I bet she was scared to death. She felt like she had been made to do something. It was one thing to be naked in a yoga class. It was another to get off on a. The investigatorswere also at a loss to explain her lack of clothing. One of the local ladstook pity on them and eventually lead them up to the top of the bluff and thenguided them to the mound itself. There they found some bits of her pink cottonnightgown and a white terry cloth robe there but it only added to the investigator'spuzzlement. What little was found of her clothing was in such tiny fragments it was impossibleto tell what had happened. It was almost as if her clothing had suddenly. He grasped the full flesh in his hands and massaged them. My nipples perked up further against his palms. He then began pumping his cock at a furious pace. His hips were a blur as they drove his nine inches of flesh in and out of me. Suddenly withdrawing completely, he stood up, took his cock in his hand and then released it. I watched as the tip erupted like a volcano. His white hot cum sprayed across my face and my tits. He came over and over, soaking me with his seed. I licked up the semen.