Mere chut me subah subah he kharish hone Lag gyee. Thode der me meraa man kah rha tha ke bhag kar nechee zaoo, Papa ko patak kar aasan par gira du aur...unke upar chadkar lund ko apnee chut mee andar bahar kroo. Mee thode der kise duvidha me fasee hue ye sab dekhte rhee. Chut kee kharish badte zaa rhe thee, mee turant apne room ke attached bath room me chalee gyee, gown utaar fenka pane ka nal teze se chalya aur khud nal ke nechee ess tarah lett gye kee pane ke mote dhar mere chut par giree. FEER. I got up and said that's enough and started to go, one hugged me from behind and said please baby show us ur lovely soft boob. they implored, they held me tightly and kissed. they didnt let me go, so i said ok just once and said dont spit it out to any body. they promised and i undone 2 buttons from my uniform shirt and pulled out one boob from the bra and got it out and showed them, they gazed and praised. as i am fair my boob was a lot i have pink nipples and they said they loved it, for. He says, “Yeah, I’m starting to grow hair there. Do you have any?” I replied something like “No, I’m too young for that,” and he says “Take your shirt off so we can compare.” He leaned in slightly as he said that, and our legs and thighs touched for a long second before he pulled away. Wow, the heat of his body against me felt incredible. My head is swimming at this point, and without answering him I take my shirt off. He leans in a bit to check me out and our legs touch again, this time. It was something I’d snapped from my bedroom window, one night. I never knew if Helen posed around in front of her window intentionally or not - knowing my room lay opposite hers - but I guessed she was fully aware of herself. Helen was older than me, by at least 15 years I would say. If ever there was an archetypal ‘milf’, Helen was the epitome. She was middling height (and age, just about) with blonde, shoulder length hair and a curvy figure. She was a gorgeous specimen, full of grace and.