So I thought to take this opportunity to develop a friendship with her. I gave my phone number and took hers to be her friend.Next day, around 2 PM, w...hen I was in office, I got a WhatsApp message from her. I was very happy to see that. Slowly we started chatting daily, getting close day by day. Our chats went continued during night time as well since her husband comes home very late daily. Since I stay alone in my apartment she called me for lunch one day. How can anyone say NO to such a. Meena ke muh mein mushkil se fit ho raha tha.Babu ji ne ab Meena ke kandhe pakde aur lund ke strokes lagane lage uske muh mein. Meena ke gaal ka andar ke muscles dard karne lage lund ke dhakko se. Kamwali ko Babu ji 250 rupye dete hai ek bar chudwane ke.Daya bhabhi ki halat ab kharab ho gayi thi. Babita ji ke pichhe lattoo hue uske pati ne pata nahi Tapu ke paida hone ke baad achhe se kab khush kiya tha. Blouse ke andar hi chuchiya dhamal machane lagi aur bra ke andar se nipples ekdam akad ke. Don't drink and chat."Isabel was concerned about my well being but never found a polite way to show it. She was right; I needed friends. Her affection for me seemed genuine, but I couldn't always handle the attention. She spent most of her time with Peep, a friend she met while she and I were living together. I'd seen him before but never met him. I knew they were good for each other. He provided the time and adventure she didn't find with me and I admired him for it.She promised we'd spend her. Carla woke with a start and stared at the screen where her young daughter, still just a child, was depicted having sex with her father. “Puter, stop!” Carla shouted and the image froze with the man's cock deeply embedded in the child's hairless cunt. “Close the simulation, I mean!”“Mommy?” Tica asked nervously.“Puter, block all sexual content!” Carla said before turning to her daughter.“I was just studying,” Tica said, close to tears.Carla opened her mouth but closed it again, completely lost.