Kyu fainka maine kaha aapse baat krne k liye toh bo boli kya baat krni hai maine kaha bs aaap muje bhut ache lge isliye bs aise hmare vich baate hone ...gi and maine uski famly k baare meh puch toh pta lga uska husband photo grapher hai and saas sasur ghar pr hote hai and uski ladki hai and hor koi nahi and saar sashur roz teen char ghante bhar jaate hai park mehKhuch din hmare bich time milne pr normal baat hoti rahi phn pr and bhabi ka naam hai nehaNeha ne btaya k wo apne sasural walo se khuch. Being from Michigan I’m kinda a big outdoor person. I tried to hunt every year, only at rifle season mostly. I was only 5’4? with brownish/auburn hair that was just above my shoulders. I wasn’t the skinniest girl in the world but I loved my curves and had a C to a D sized chest that I was proud of, and like occasionally wearing low cut shirts to help show them off.So today it was a thin pair of long johns and a sweat shirt with a pair of my camo jeans. No need to wear anything else. I decided. As we make our way to the wall behind you, you grab me. I pull your hands away. While placing them over your head, we interlock hands. Still kissing you, I pull away to make my way south. As I pass by, I watch your nipples rise. I kneel down and put your right leg over my shoulder. Then I take my hand and grip your ass and press you towards me. You moan and quiver, quiver and moan, as we look into each other’s eyes. Still palming your ass, I rise to kiss you. Chin dripping wet from your juices.. She convinced me that she needed to 'practice' so that she would be able to impress all those cute boys, and before I knew it she was trying to deep throat, using me as her guinea pig.Even after so many years, I could still remember how amazing the feeling was. The sensation of her lips wrapping around my dick electrified my entire body. I wanted her to finger me, too, but she seemed to avoid my soaked entrance. Instead she seemed content to grip onto my cock with her hands and mouth, sucking.