..but she looks totally feminine. While talking she got a call from her driver that she can't able to come....so she asked me whether I can drive her ...to the party...I agreed...how could I miss such opportunity.Then with slowly and gradually we become friendzz...she uses to call me Lulli as my name is lallan...and I use to call her mallika Aunty...which later changed to just malli...Actually she was living alone usually on weekends because her husband remains on business tour... . Phir bhabhi ke novel ko kiss karne laga bhabhi ek dam grm ho gyi aaahhh ki awaaz nikal rhi thi aur apne dono tang ko failane lagi aur jor jor se aaahhh aaahh aahhh jay plz jay phir mera head pkd chut par rkh diya aur hesd ko dbane lagi aur muh se aaahh aahhh mar gyi kehne lagi phir me chut ko bhukhe ser ki trh chatne laga half hour tk chatane laga bhabhi ek tyare ho gyi aur tdpne lagi jor jor aahe bharne lagi aur bhabhi ke muh se awaz aa rhi thi aaaah….Aaahh…Aur tej jay aur bhabhi apne chut. I like the style here, but thanks to a certain someone I'd almost started to think that I couldn't pull it off without his 'help.' Now I guess... I dunno. I want something... I dunno. Something new."I grinned at her. "Well let's get to it then, shall we?"She grinned back at me in turn. Once we downed our cups, I followed Penelope back over to her first rack and watched as she began to pull clothes off the racks. Only a few at a time at first, but as I continued to encourage her she gained both. Just before I left I said to Steve that I would have no problem should he be invited to join them. For several hours I waited at home wondering what was happening, my mind conjuring up extremely erotic thoughts. Finally I got a text message from Renee telling me that they were on their way home and it was followed shortly thereafter by a message from Steve to say that he had been invited to play. Ten minutes later they arrived on my doorstep both with huge cheesy grins on their faces, Renee.