Aata aaishi sex kon karnar. tithe kon yenar pan navta. to pathan, che ,to tar aaila beti haak marat marat ase. to 60-70 varshacha mhatara asla tari ba...ya paiki takadvan hota. tyacha pot thod sutla hota. tyachya mothya dadhiche kes pandhare karde zale asle tari tyachya jaad bhuvaya aani dole mothe kele ki to rakshasa sarkha vatayacha. tyacha potavar chativar va pathivar kesancha jungle hota.Tasa to cheharyavarun khup sadha vatayacha. aamchyashi vhishesh karun aaishi boltana to khup shadhe panane. It was then it dawned me that the teachers’ washroom was upstairs. I checked the floor for anyone and realized that it was deserted more than a haunted house. Nobody was left in the college except for the watchman. I checked for him. He was dozing off in his cabin near the gate.I took her books and pouch and rushed after her. Then my hard dick told me to wait and see why she’s going to the washroom. She let her hair down from the neat hair tie and grabbed her saree near her crotch even before. She knew him well.Penny and Misty immediately went into each other’s arms and started several long kisses. French kisses started and the girls made sure that Misty’s father could see their tongues surging in and out of each other’s mouths and being sucked on. Their hands caressed each other’s breasts and tweaked on nipples, but through the lace of their flimsy bras.From nowhere, Penny produced a bottle of flavored massage oil. She smiled at Brad and then squirted some from the bottle over. .I glanced forward several short minutes.The three of them were now in some quiet, out-of-the-way room.Brandi was on all fours, her blazer missing, her little crop-top rippedopen, and her big, perfect ass aimed high as Garry fucked hermercilessly and enthusiastically from behind."Mmmmmmmmm!" Brandi squealed in that breathy little bimbo voice."Fuck me! Mmmmmmm! Fuuuuuck me! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck my slutty little cuntwith your big fucking cock! Yeah! Harder! Haaaaaarder!' She squealed andwhined,.