Me: dard mee hi to mazaaa haiii mousiiii abhiii chut ka maza liyaaa to gand ka bhii loooo jaydaaa dard hua to meee nikal lungaaaaMousi: achaaa thik ha...iii par aaram see marnaaa bohat din ho gai haiii gaand marwakeeee pehale jaraaa tel lagaanaa. Mene nariyal kaa tel apne lund par lagaya aur kuch mousi ke gaad parrr lagayaaa tel lagaya too mousi ke gaad aur bhiii jayda chamakene lagi mene mousi ko godi hone ke liya kaahaa mousi godi ho gaii mene unki gaad ko ek hat se failayaaa aur dusre haat see. Making her way downstairs, Olivia found Gina in the kitchen, bending over the oven putting in a tray of biscuits. Dressed in nothing but a white apron, Gina looked every inch the Milf that she was. Olivia sidled up behind her and as soon as Gina had safely sat the tray down, she felt Olivia pressing up against her. She smiled and looked back over her shoulder; Olivia reached down to cup Gina’s breasts, enjoying the feeling of the older woman’s soft, warm rear nestling up against her.Gina. And the mind cam.Last week Daisy and I went there, she went for a massage, me bubbling, half asleep in the warm water, unable to oversee the physicalities of the persons showering two meters away. The odds show: long labia, making me think of a baboon’s butt, scars of a caesarean, piercings, uniform pussies, all shaven. Being perfectly imperfect myself, I allow my eyes to glance, again and again. While Berlioz is on my mind and Sauvignon Blanc as well, urging now, the habit: finally some. She did not say a word. "I will tell you what we were looking at. When you went from that handstand to an upside-down split, we were looking at your crotch. Did you know we were looking at your crotch? Do you like the way I am touching you? You better tell me or I'm gonna stop."Jill remained silent as my hands were touching her. One hand was on her crotch while the other was on her little titties. "With the way you spread your legs and with the way your uniform shaped your crotch, I couldn't.