Unki ghar par koi nahi rahata hai . So kabhi kabhi mai unki ghar sona chala jata hu. Ake din unho na mujha apni pass suna kaliya bulaya kunki unko aka...a suna ma dar lagti hai. So mai bhaat khus tha. Raat ka 9 baz gaya tha mai tv dekh raha tha ta. Chachi tv dekhta dekhta so gai thi. Unho na bra or panti nahi phani thi. Only sari phankar soi thi unki blouse masa unki line bahot saff dekh raha tha. Mai bahot garm ho gya tha unki boob and gand ko dekh kar. And chachi suta hua ake hasin pari lag. I walked into the room and there she was. We said hello as we put out stuff in out respective dryers and went our separate ways again.When I went back again, she was there, again. She must have gotten there a couple minutes before me and was just about to pick up the baskets piled two high again. I suggested she wait a couple minutes while I run my clothes to my apartment, and then I could give her a hand with hers.Once we got up the three floors to her apartment, she asked me if I wanted to. Oh you like that dont you honey mmmmmm yes I do as I wink up at him. We get out abd dry off and I layed on his bed asking where my drink was he leaves the room, I lay there thinking who the fuck is this guy? Oh my his cock will not go soft I love it I start to put my dress on and he comes walking in what are you doing honey here put this on as he gives me a t-shirt put that on your not leaving right yet. Mmmmm oh yea im not oh no your mine all day mmmmmm I like it as we lay on his bed talking. Her hips swayed as she walked towards them and John groaned to himself as he watched her ass moving in such a seductive way. With her eyes locked on the best looking man of the group, the one that had that bad-boy look, Brooke said: “Okay gentlemen, my husband is tired of dancing, so who is going to wear me out on the dance floor tonight?” Mr. Bad Boy didn’t waste any time, grabbed her hand, and without saying a word, pulled her onto the dance floor. They pushed through the crowd and he took.