Mari aik cousion ko Allah na rahmat ka farishta bana kar UK sa baj dia ,woo muj sa milney ayi to mujey pershan dakh kar muj sa pucha to main ne usay s...ari detail bata dii..Woo muja khanay lagi ka is problem ka mara pass aik hall ha lakin pakistan main females is baray main sooch bhi nahi sakteen,main ney kaha ka kuch bhi karna para main tayar hoon plz mari help kar doo,woo khanay lagi ka main tum ko aik massager ka number daiti hoonUs se sex kar loo ho sakta ha tum pregnent ho jaoo, main ne us. We had sex 100 of times in last 6 years. So she was the only person whom I can share what a mess I have created. When I told her everything she replied I will help you. I will try to convince your sister for this. But my heart was not ready to share my sis to that horny beast. So I asked Ridhima to find some other way.After two days passed Ridhima met meRids – I have an idea. But first tell me did your boss know your sis. I mean had he seen your sis ever.Me- no.Rids- of then half job done. Now. I laid my hands on her fleshy boobs and started squeezing both her breasts.“Oh, God,” Mandhira aunty moaned. And her breathing got heavier. Mandhira aunty gave a little whimper with half pleasure and half frustration but I knew she loved when I fondled her sensitive nipples with my fingers. But as I did so, my excitement grew and my cock was throbbing against her thighs.She blushed with shame and lust when she sensed my cock struggling between our thighs. I caressed her boobs, and Mandhira. It seems so inappropriate. Holding me in his embrace he whispers, “Just relax.” I take my seat between my mother and aunt, as they grilled Maxwell about his upbringing and just how much time he had spent with my grandfather before he passed. After dinner, right before dessert, I excuse myself from the table to make a trip to the ladies room. I had since calmed down, becoming comfortable with putting in input in the conversation without blushing. On my way back to the table, I run into Maxwell.