Kaise taise mene apne aap ko control kara .Bhabhi – bolo abhi kaise aana huaMe- bhabhi computer format krne aaya hu.Bhabhi- aa jao room mei chale ja...o format krne.Fir mein computer format krne laga aur bhabhi se idhar udhar ki baat krne laga bhabhi bhi khoob masti majak kr rahi thi . Bhabhi ne mujhse poocha chai thanda kuch loge toh mene bola nhi bhabhi.Bhabhi – kyu peete nhi ho kyaMe- bhabhi mei doodh peeta huBhabhi – bhabhi mujhe dekhte huye boli theek hain mein doodh laati hu.Mann toh kr raha. One friend had began filming the show whilst my other friend and I each rubbed her naked breasts which were swinging back and forth with the rhythm of my mate pounding her pussy. She wasn't at all concerned at being filmed, in fact she talked to the camera as my mate made his way to the front. Likewise she didn't care that two of us were groping her as she continued to be fucked. The temptation of the camera man being stood before her eventually became too great to resist and as he continued to. The doorbell rang several more times and she crossed the room to hand out candy to the neighborhood kids. Where was her daddy anyway? He should be home now. She looked at his watch, it was half past eight, his shift should have ended hours ago. He was a good guy, so he probably took some extra hours to cover for the guys that had kids.Her daddy, Donny, was a real saint. He took her mother when she was at her lowest and then helped her get back on her feet. The two of them had a pretty good life. Uski size 34 30 36 hogi. Uski car n uski dressing dek ke.Wo ekdam rich family ki lag rhi thi uska nam reena tha. Wo saree phani thi to wo bhot sunder lag rhi thi.Usne mere bare puch rhi thi.Ky krte wo kha rhiti wo aise sb.Mai bi sb answer the rha tha.Night me kuch pata nhi chal rha tha ki cat kha ja rhi hai n barish bi bhot tej thi.Kuch time bad wo apartment tha uske get se car ander le gyi.Tb muje kuch alg hi laga n kuch to gadbad hai aise lag rha tha.N wo car park ki n piche aane ko kha mai.