.and maine panty nikal kar kachre ke dibbe mai phek diya..maine bra dekha to unhone usme bhi apne virya ka pani choda hua tha..muje itna gussa aa raha... tha ki maan kar raha tha unka khoon kar dalu..mai ne gusse mai akar apni bra bhi kachre ke dibbe mai phek di..aur wapas unke virya vali choot ko maine saaf kiya and dusri bar wahi bath liya..ab mai soch rahi thi bahar jaon to kese jaon kyon ki nahi ab mere pass towel tha nahi bra panty..muje gussa aa raha tha aur ab pachtava bhi ho raha tha ki. I was totally dumb following her. She was giving me milk, pressing her boob in my chest during that time. She took me to her bedroom. Immediately after closing the door i hugged her. I kissed her. Caressed her neck. I moved my hand on her sexy hips and back. We moved inside to bed . I kissed her lips and she started to respond. I lifted her in my arms. She loved it..she now came on to lie on my chest. I kissed her neck, chest and pressed her boobs . We are now in bed. I pressed her big boobss.. The bedroom door was partly open so she knocked and walked straight in. Harry was led full length on the bed, totally naked with the bed clothes pushed away, slowly masturbating.“Oh, sorry,” she said, turning to go back out.“That’s okay,” he called stopping her, “Mary said she would be sending you up, you can put the tray over there then jump on the bed and get this up you,” he said waving his cock at her.“Harry!” She giggled, “that’s very cheeky of you.” She placed the tray on the top of a. After drinks at 1am he took me in his bedroom where he again played with my body and then we slept. I loved the way he felt me and not the hard way like Anand and Rajiv. Till the rest of the months we stayed in India, dad never allowed me to wear clothes at home. The next day was the party day. I was at kitchen, nude, dad came from behind and put his cock in between my legs which rubbed my pussy, it was so hard I felt like being picked up by it. He then caught my boobs from behind and sqeezed.