30 32 tha dikhneme hot thi. Uska mane sarika tha.Meri unse kafi majak kiya karta tha. Ek din bhabhi bahar kapde dho rahi thi to me vaha se gujar raha ...ha tab mene bhabhi ne low cut nighty pahan rakhi thi usme se uske bobs ke bich ki darar saf dikh rahi thi ye dekhke mera land khada ho gaya or me vahase chala gaya bt bhabhi ki kese chut mari jaye ye planing karne laga.Bhabhi dikhneme savli thi lekin uska fugure bahot hi hot tha usko dekhte hi chodne ka man karta tha. Or uski gand to itni sexy. We scheduled to meet up on thursday of the next week following and then I stopped texting him. He began to lose focus in class and went back to playing his video games. The night before I texted him from her number confirming she would arrive and the next morning he ditched class to clean the entire house. I got back to the dorm around 7 and the place was incredible! He cleaned everything to my own disbelief and was there on the living room couch playing his video game. I sat with him and we. Like some comedy movie, her hand shot up, grabbed some sheets and she pulled herself up off the floor, eyes wide. We were both gasping and laughing.Finally righted, she stumbled into the toilet and sat. I reached tableside, grabbed a joint I had and lit up. Exactly what the out-of-breath need, more smoke.“What do you want?” she asked, sitting on the bowl, draining.Exhale. Smoke curled up in the humid summer air. This room reeked of cock and cunt. It was time to add shitty ditch weed to that. There were no phone calls at work that afternoon and no phone calls at home later that evening. Nothing in fact happened all night long. I had a drink or two to try and settle my nerves and keep myself from pacing holes in the carpet, but it just made things worse. So I drank some more and broke open a good bottle of rum that I'd been saving for a special occasion and sipped on that in front of late night TV until nearly dawn Saturday when I finally passed out on the sofa.When I woke up.