I am Sanju a handsome boy from Punjab. My size is 6”’ . I think that size doesn’t matter if you know the right technique. If any housewive or an...y girl wanna have fun can contact me on my mail id The story starts as such like we were going to marriage function of our relative. Sorry to tell you about bhabhi. My bhabhi’s name is Rita and she has a figure that most men die for. She is married recently and bhaiya is too busy in his work comes home very late and sometimes does not even come home.On. But these things were of nature, and the marble road clearly was not; for nature abhors uniqueness. Animals come in pairs, rivers abound, and so do trees. But there is only one marble road. A perfect thing; a leftover from the time Gods had walked among men. Or even so, before men alltogether.What reason was there behind it? Why does it lead into the Widelands? What is it made of? Who build it? With what tools? They was the proper word because this must surely have been the work of thousands.. Her msg– kuch nahi bhaiya bus beithi hu ap batao n aaj msg kaise kiya.My msg– main b kuch nahi, bus khali beitha tha to socha tujse hi baat kr lu.Her msg–ohh accha khali beithe ho baat kre ho.My msg– nahi aisa nhai hai baat to krne ka man krta h but time nahi milta or fhir tu b busy hoti hogi,Her msg– nahi bhaiya mere to exam khatam hue h to main to free hu,My msg– haan tere to exam the kaise hue kitne marksEtc etc. Miane usse exmas ki bare me baat krna start kiya kyuki ek dum se sab kuch baat. She put her hands on her knees and slowly stroked her legs from there to her beautifully exposed thighs, the soft touch of her hands ran over the soft skin of her inner thighs. Not since the few first times shed touched herself intimately in her bedroom, when she had sat on her bed as a teenager, had she caressed her skin in such a slow and deliberate way. Feeling out every curve of her soft skin she seductively ran her hands over every inch of her inner thighs, exploring herself. She took one.