With a few pairs of boxer shorts, socks, shorts and t-shirts stuffed into a rucksack on his back, he was on his way. The cab took well over an hour to...battle through the M25 traffic, the motorway nicknamed Britain's biggest car park definitely earned its name. Even though he hated being stuck in traffic, nothing could dampen his mood about what lie ahead.The airport was bustling with people off on their own little adventures. The smokers, like sardines, squashed themselves into the bus shelter. Fir boli utar utar meine jaise hi utari uski jeans mei uski panty bhi utar raha tha fir usne mujhe mara aur boli bhosdike sidha chut pehle thighs toh chat meri aache se fir meine uske thighs ko lick karne lag gaya 5 min tak uski siskaRiyan chalu thi boli aaj toh maza aa raha hai lawde tere se chudwane mei meine fir uski panty utari usne kuch nhi bola.Fir meine uski chut chatna chalu kar diya meine 3-4 min chata uske baad mei condom pehne laga boli abe chor usko aisi chod mei nhi ruk sakti kutte. He stood there expectantly. ‘Would you like me to show you them?’ He nodded. Following her up the aisle he had a good view of her bottom, which she wiggled, enjoying the voluptuous movements, which caused her lips to protrude rudely. In a mirror she caught sight of herself to quickly look away on seeing for the first time how explicit the outfit was. ‘Could you get one the same colour for me?’ He asked, most politely in a soft well-spoken voice. Discomfited by the image she determined to. ..until i was out with henry, my secret daddy, outside the restaurant , they had rent the whole place and the backalley was quiet , he whispered in my ear it was time for dessert before walking outhe light his cigarette, pushing me against the brick wall , my knees failing under his pressure his zipper open, my treat already up and glorious , wrapping my mouth around his tasty bbc , looking up at him smilling ''good boy, work for that dessert boy, comon like this we gotta be quiet , i dont want.