Baja tha tab office per phone aya maine phone received kiya to samnese hai mai ragini bol raho hu to mai bola ha bhabhiji boliye to vo boli ap office ...per kitne baje tak hai maine bola 6.30 p. M. Tak hu. To vo boli thik hai apke sir ne muje office ke kam documents diye hai to me dene keliye aungee, mene kaha thik hai aap aaye mai office per apka wait karta hu. Ragini bhabhi 6.25 p. M. Ko aa gayee or mai dekhkar rah gaya kyunki unhonr red colors ki sharee pehni thi ek dam nichese yeh dekh kar. She stood there with her hands by her side, not moving or reacting in any way.“You like?” I asked, lifting her breasts, “These tits are aching for your touch.”The men were shirtless, wearing tight jeans. They were big, muscular with multiple tattoos decorating their sexy bodies. The outlines of their hardening cocks were visible through their trousers. They were real men, the kind that make a woman’s pussy wet. They began shedding their clothes and in a minute were completely naked.I reached. Daddy, can I sleep next to you? she asked. I just groaned in response. I felt her climb up on the bed and crawl over on the side of me. I knew she had just started puberty, but I wasnt expecting the pungent smell coming from her hands. Was she masturbating in her room? I felt my cock begin to ache, tearing at the fabric of my bed shorts. When I thought she was completely asleep I reached my hand past the waist line of the shorts. I wasnt a bad size about 8 or 9 inches. As I was rubbing my hard. Seeing go-go for real was not something I ever imagined would happen – I didn’t have relations of any sort with girls and it seemed to me that ordinary girls – girls-next-door – would never do anything like that. So having moved down to the big city and exploring the pubs one night, I was knocked out to see a go-go dancer, in short purple dress and black knix – and that could easily be a Top Ten Pants-Spunk. Now bikinis were something I never saw for real, and only saw in my Spick & Span.