.with a mixed feeling of possessiveness and lust. Priya locked the door behind, hurriedly undid her saree, threw the pile of her sweaty blouse and whi...te bra to the laundry bucket and entered the bathroom. she moved her had towards her crotch, cleaving open her panties she slowly let her fingers probe into her bush. she discovered a tinge of thick wetness stuck to her pussy hair. Hormones were merciless towards her..It has been ages since she had been closer to a man, after her marriage, she. ,,,l shap eme soye the..,mean aunty ke pair or mra sir aisa postion me the,,,,rat bit rahi thi,,,muhe laga kuch karna chaiye yahi moka hai mene himat lkar ke,,aunty k oairoo pe hath rkhaa ,,,To koi halchal nh hui,,thodi der bad meneapne hath ko unki sari mr dal k,,,thoda pnjo k upar le gya tab bhi vo kuch nahi boli.Merihimat badi,,nd mene hath bdaa k unki ghutno tak,,fera,,to unhonhe hali c awaj aai,,,ahhhssi,,,,bas,,mujhe laga k mai mra,,but thodi der bad unhone doo pav aise fela diye jaise ki. I turned away from her while I continued to sit in her lap and cleared the desk off beside us. I swept most of it onto the floor and didn't care that it made a mess. I would clean it up later on when I was finished with Amber. I tugged her up out of the chair and spread her out on top of the desk. My hands were longing to touch her sexy teenage body and pressed against the area running in between both her breasts. She was wearing nothing more than a pink bra and her skirt now with her shirt. 'Kansas City wasn't at all as I expected. It had a lovely restaurant inthe station and we had a sumptuous dinner for the two hour layover. Weshared a bottle of wine with our meal of prime beef, mashed potatoes,candied carrots, and ice cream.'We returned to our room about twenty minutes before departure toDallas. The little walk to the station restaurant, the meal, and thewalk back refreshed us. We had purchased the newspapers, some women'smagazines and a novel each to pass the time. Needless to.