Par z bada hi shatir insaan tha, usne to apni ek alag hi chaal chal rakkhi thi, jisme didi fasne lagi thi.Didi —— –are lagta hai, tum samjhe na...i aj mai hi tumhari gift hu…Z —— —pata hai…Didi ——-to fir kuchh karte kyu nahi ho?Z ——-are, par saxena ne to kaha tha, ke wo randi mujhe khud seduce karegi, par tum to seduce hi nahi kari theek se.Didi ne socha, ke usne plan me bataya to nahi, khair itna bharosa to wo mujhpe karte hi hai, ke mai ise seduce karlungi.Apne seat se uthi aur apni. You’ve got a shoot your shot, though. We were having a drink and looking around the club to find someone else when my eyes fell on this one girl.Decently tall, very fair (must have been Punjabi), cute and had a tight body. She was wearing a skin-tight red dress that showed her curves. She wasn’t model attractive, but she was pretty hot. My dick stirred. She reminded me of this senior from my college.I had to try my hand at her. Even if it’s not a threesome, I wanted to fuck her. I chugged my. That was the ugly truth -- she was wild with desire, she needed satisfaction. Her vagina was leaking, her booty was rotating, rising and falling.- Mmm... mmm... - she started to whine like a kitten, hit by a vile k**. -- Ooohhh.. -- the first louder cry drifted away. She hogged her back and she nestled her head in the neck of her son, trying to hide the rapture, the shameful rapture. Her teeth bit his shoulder in despair, a maternal saliva oozed, but the sounds did not subside, as if her throat. She is also our batch mate in the same class. She is so hot of 32 28 32 almost 10 years before. Just image how is she. Slowly she started talking to me and asking about the doubt and I too casually cleared the doubts, the things are going on smooth.Slowly we both attracted together and exchanged our mobile number, in those period there Is no smart phones, so we used to chat with messages with picture message and it goes late night day by day. Started with all the topics and slowly moved to.