Maine jab piche dodte dodte use pakad liyamaine uska abhi to hath he pakda tha or main bola battaao kya baathaye wo abhi b has pasti or bolti nahin ba...taungi sabhi ko baataungi .Mere jor dhalne pe usne bol diya k tum chori chori blue film dekhteho cd par yeh sun kar mere to ek baar toote ud gye main hayraan tha kese kaise maaloom maine jab poosh to thodi der baad usne muje btadiya k maine tere jaine k baad tv on kar liya tha. Mere to mathe(forhead) par pasina aa gya thaa.wo boli tum darr kyo gye. One bloke had his leg between hers and his hands on her bum which he started to grope, she tried to move his hands but couldn't, she looked over at me and now drunk and thinking shes her own worst enemy, i shrugged at her. The bloke dancing saw me shrug at her and smiled as he started to lift her skirt, she tried to stop him but couldn't and was now dancing in front of 40 people with her skirt above her waist and her thong and gorgeous arse on dislay. They started passing her from bloke to. She pulled her skirt down, revealing a white, fit ass. It was firm, pale, and wonderful. I looked forward to feeling it press against my face. She sat down on me so her pussy was pressed against my mouth. Her pussy had a light amount of soft hairs covering it. It was extremely hot in temperature, like she was turned on. She kept her knees together, so I could not see out of the toilet. I could feel her flex her abdomen slightly, and then release a small sigh. Even her sigh was familiar, but I. But none of us were ready to take the first step for fear of rejection. My fear stemmed from the fact tht she had a happy sex life, and hers from fear of rejection because of her looks. (She later told me she thought, i would find her looks very average!!). Finally i decided to take the plunge. Her hubby used to travel to Delhi frequently on some work. I still remember it was a Wednesday night and we were talking on the phone, whn i asked abt her hubby and she said he had left for Delhi. On an.