" So do I," She laughed "which is why I shave every other day, it keeps the itching at bay and my husband adores it. Why don't you have a browse while... I wrap these for you."She went off to bag up the undergarments I was buying while I took another look at what I can only call 'playwear'. There were some lovely garments, many were diaphanous, others with strategic peek-a-boo panels designed to tease, but I kept coming back to the thongs, they fascinated me for some reason. In the end I picked. Achanak ek din ek ladaki ayye. boli uncle maa nahi ayegi use fever hai mai kaam karungi. kareeb 18 saal ki hogi. bahoot mast lag rahi thi aur mai ekdam chodane ke mood me tha. Lekin kya karoon. Use kaam karane ke liye bolkar mai bathroom chala gaya nahane ke liye. Bathroom me mai mooth marane laga lekin galati se darwaja under se band nahi kiya tha. Wo ponchha keliye pani lene ayyee aur dekha ki mai mooth mar raha hoon. mera mooh us taraf tha isliye use dekh nahi saka wo achanak jab jane lagi. Took it inside the cunt i started riding himHe was holding me by my waist and his mouth over boobs sucking them. I was holding the wall in front and moving up and down. He rammed me so fast that i had my orgasm and it flew over his thighs and on bed. He was about to climax and i supported him by moving more faster.He ejaculated and with loud moan we were on each other. This time i was on him. We were lying like the couples shown in the movies. Into each other arms we were chatting about work. The other turned and died thanks to Misty or Sharon. The three wounded were sitting or lying on the ground. I rose and slowly made my way toward them noticing the dead as I went. They were all middle-aged men who were rough looking and it looked like that style was long-term rather than a recent change on their part.Two of the wounded had arm wounds. The other had a leg wound and was bleeding out. His fellows had made no attempt to stop the bleeding and it was now too late. It may have always.