Bhabhi ne kaha chi sharm nahi ati apni bhabhi se aisa bolne main.Maine kaha jo sach hai who maine bola is main sharam ki kiya baat hai.Bhabhi to hasne... lagi.Achnak bhbahi uthne lagi bahut kamzor lag rahi thi maine phoocha kiya hua bhabhi tab bhabhi ne kaha devarji peshab aa rahi hai .Amine kaha leti raho baad main kar lena thodi der baad bhabhi ne kaha devarji bahut zor se lagi hai karlene do kahi shalwar main hi na nikal jaye manien khaha aap liti raho main aap ko peshab karwa deta hun bhabhi. " "Eww," Carly said as she snatched my cigar away and stubbed it out. "Kim was right; those things do smell like Doberman shit." I figured that she was an anti-tobacco radical, but she surprised me. She opened her purse and pulled out two large, dark cigars and a lighter. "If you're going to smoke, smoke something decent," she said as she handed one of the cigars to me. I knew an expensive cigar when I saw one, and this stick had to have cost upwards of thirty dollars. I knew that I was in. She widened her stance to balance her self. My finger then was able to slid full length inside mom’s soaking wet pussy. She held me close to her, crushing my face into her big breasts. She then reached down with one hand and grabbed my erection, rubbing it against her wetness. Her dark bush was denser than shruti’s fine blonde hair and i felt my cock rubbing into it, then between her lips inside her slit. She pushed me backwards onto the bed and then climbed on top of me guiding my cock into. "Maybe I should," she said aloud to the mirror, some ten minutes later, back in her bedroom. "They're good looking boys, and I'm not exactly bad looking either." She stood and looked at herself in the mirror. She was very tall, 5'11, but never looked particularly tall as she was proportioned just right. She went swimming twice a week, played both squash and badminton as often as she could throughout the year, and during the summer tennis as well. When all the walking and cycling she did as well.