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Since news of the pregnancy, my wife and I had stopped having sex for the fear of something going wrong. The most we had was a good round of oral or h...and job that my wife gave me from time to time. I was keen to drill a pussy and meeting my bhabhi again had rekindled my feelings.The event finally got over and all the neighbours left. The only people left in the house were my mom, wife and my two bhabhis.We wrapped up the night with dinner and went off to sleep.The next morning we got up had a. She had bright blue eyes and a--Motherfucker! Tammy that slut!“What’s wrong?” Barbara asked.“Hey, you’re the chick we bought drugs off of!” Brandy giggled. “They are so good. I just about love everyone!”“Not her!” Green haired drug dealer shouted into the warrior’s ear.“Damn...” He laughed. Another brunette and a black and white hair chick returned. He bounced the Chinese girl on his knee and accepted the drink from the new brunette. The blonde under his cast watched the pair of guys following. "Yeah, I can do that for you if you want, but their gonna nick you 50 quid to show up and another 50 to pop your bonnet."Sara shrugged her shoulders and sighed, resigning herself to being at least a hundred quid poorer. Her new friend winked a heavily lashed blue eye and smiled. "Look I know a thing or two about cars. I was the only girl among five kids so I've always been something of a tomboy. If you don't mind I could take a look at it for you. Might save you a few quid."Sara was deeply. Slowly, painfully slowly, she caressed my hips, buttocks, thighs and breasts. Each time she touched my breasts she rolled my nipples between her nails lightly and I know I groaned because I heard her, ‘shhhh.’ Gentle pressure on my back bent me so my face and shoulders were on the bed. Behind me I could feel her legs touching mine and then her finger entered me. I knew her palm was down because I could feel the tip of her finger inside me, rubbing on my g spot deliciously. She withdrew her.

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