Die Stimme ist eindeutig weiblich. Du glaubst erst, dich im WC geirrt zu haben. Doch da hängen die Urinale. Über jedem steht: defekt, nicht benutzen....Na toll denkst Du gerade noch, als Du eine süßliche Stimme vernimmst: "Hallo Tim, ich habe schon auf Dich gewartet."Du gehst nach hinten zu der Box aus der die Stimme kam. Sie kommt Dir bekannt vor. Du drückst die Tür auf und dann siehst Du sie - wie sie mit gespreizten Beinen, heruntergelassenen Hotpants an ihren Knöcheln, weißem T-Shirt und - mit. .. uhhhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmm ... ohhhh..." Clear fluids ran down from her reddish-pink vagina, trickling over the lower parts of her vulva and down between where her butt cheeks pushed together tightly and hid her anus from my view.Kira's eyes fluttered open as she panted, drawn once more to where her brother was humping the air.He started to cry out, "oh, God! Oh, God! Ooooohhh ... ooooohhh..." He bucked hard upwards and white cream shot from his cock into the air, splashing down onto his. “All forgiven?” “Yes, Mummy.” “Thighs, I think.” “No, Mummy! He has had more than enough.” But I don't think Celia Dupree was asking a question. I was helped up again and once my legs had stopped shaking. I found myself standing on a low stool, painfully aware of how I was exposing myself to the two ladies. Mrs. Dupree rummaged around and returned with a most severe looking leather strap; unlike the tawse, this one looked more like an old luggage strap. I was taken aback by Mrs. Aur oski shirt ostar di. Osne bra paheni hoe thi par oske nipple itne hard ho gae the ki oske bra main se bahar dikh rahe the. Maine apni T-shirt otari aur oske opar chad gaya. Mujhse raha nahi ja raha tha aur maine oski bra kholi aur oske naram naram doodh ke opar toot pada. Bahut hi tasty thi oske doodh. Ek hath se ek doodh ko masal ta aur dosra doodh choosta. Essi doran vo osne meri pant otar di. Aab main pura nanga tha aur vo skirt mein thi. Maine osse apne lund ko pakadh ke choosne ko.