She looks over her shoulder toward Yureed, who is relaxing back on the couch, watching keenly. Then asks him, “And I suppose you are wanting me to f...uck this doggy, yes?”He nods, almost like he’s roll-playing being in charge, “This is why we are here, isn’t it?”She turns around to face him, so she can see her face whilst she is being fucked, and gets down onto the floor – hands and knees, big boobs hanging down and swinging around, arse in the air. Her pussy, surrounded by dark skin and thick. I switched off the dryer, put it on the small shelf next to the washing basin and took in my mirror image. Was it just my imagination or did I look younger? There appeared to be a freshness on my skin, while the last few close self-examinations had only revealed new wrinkles. It was nowhere near Cordelia’s fresh, youthful perfection. The little sag in my tits would never go away, while hers still stood ripe and proud, worthy of worship. There were no crow-feet in the corners of her eyes, no. But there were softer touches as well; pale yellow towels and a vase full of fresh flowers that had grown on his rooftop garden, and lighting that could be adjusted for practically any mood.The shower was almost a separate room by itself off the master bath. It was L-shaped; they entered the small arm of the "L" and turned to the left into a much larger area roughly 2.5 meters by 3.5 meters. What Sofi had noticed — and enjoyed earlier — were various nozzles built into the wall at various. Ghum fir k shaam ko aya wo fir dikhi or muskurayi to maine pucha ki aap shyad hamari nayi kirayedaar hain na to wo boli ha par nayi ni hu 3 mahino se to hu yaha or mai muskura k chala gya .Kuch din normal chalta rha or mere intensions bi ni the kuch unke liyae pr Ek din mera ek frnd ghr aya orsoni bhabi ko deka to bola kya maal h raj maine dhyan ni diya or ham ghumne chale gaye fir ek din mai frnds k sath ghr k paas hi k ek pr kuch frnds k sath khada tha or soni bhabi kahi ja rhi ti apne 1 saal.