Fir agle din class jaate tym ek paper me no likh kr rakha or jb woh jhaadu lga rhi thi to waha fek diya unhone dheere se jhaadu se wo no apne side lek...r rakh liye or thodi der baar hi miss call kr di or me samajh gya ki yeh unhi ka no tha 956****** fir hmaari daily baat hone lagi raato ko sex chat hone lgi fb pr tb unhone mujhe apna asli naam btaaya ki unka name h simmi.Unnke ghr me unke pati ke do bhai or unki family rehti thi to unka ghar kabhi khaali nhi ho skta tha so ek din mere ghr waale. . Then she gets out, both of them go to the cinema. You take a seat in the front before you sit down she opens her dress and also her thighs a little ... That her skin of the excited breasts and thighs become more visible The scent of her wet lust exudes. As she sits down, she strokes the palm of her hand briefly over the wet column and hugs the young man so that he can smell her wet fingers .. Whispers in his ear to open his pants .. And to watch the film ? ... Her other hand ?? she has also. Such a slim waist and such firm and big boobs I never saw even on TV or movies. I am not able to control myself.”I said, “You have to control, otherwise you will be in big trouble.” He got a little scared and moved away. I asked him to sit down and I sat perpendicular to him. Now I asked him, “How dare you put your hand under my saree and squeezed my legs on the bus?”He said, “When you were boarding the bus and put your right leg on footboard, your saree got raised. Your one leg was visible. We split up about 4 years ago. We stayed friends for the k**s sake but hardly talked or had contact apart from when it involved the k**s. That all changed about 6 months ago when she split up with her boyfriend. We go talking about stuff one night on the phone and I chanced my arm and invited her round for a shag. She accepted the offer and we began sleeping together again just going out getting drunk and fucking no romance, just the way I liked it. This is a story of one said night out. Her.