Now bhabi speaks to me friendly way we became a bit close one day I over hard her talking to some body don’t you dare calling me ramesh’ she was s...eaking harshly it’s enough, I don’t want to talk with you’I don’t have much clue about that call one day while I was going out to college post man given me a letter bearing bhabi name. Secretely I opened the letter and shocked. I learned from that letter that person by mane Ramesh and bhabi were lovers before marriage and had sex and bhabi seeing him. A few had, but they read like it was all made up, llike most of the stories on this site. I’m sure some real people are having real sex. The same site had subsites for Brothers and Sisters, Mothers and Sons, Sisters and Sisters, even Brothers and Brothers. I avoided those. That probably means I/m homophobic, but I don’t care!My 2pm was 39 years old, named Jo Baird, a perky blond built rather nicely. I had a good load for her, and we also set up another appointment for the same time, in three. She looked at me with pursed lips and said "NO. That would not be right." I said "Hey, if you are, I don't mind." And thinking to myself the smell of your pussy juice says otherwise. She turned away from me as if offended. I could tell she was still trying to watch them out the corner of her eye. I'm not sure if this was for my benefit or really one of them had caught her eye. They were good looking guys. It was like a movie, you could see the sweat reflecting the sunlight off their arms,. “Flatten your back and push that ass out.” He whispers in my ear. He traces my curves starting with my breast and works his hands down low. Then he inserts his member inside my pussy he was like steel cutting in to soft folds of butter. He was giving me the full length of him in this position going all the way down to the base on his nine inches. I was ready to burst on his fifth thrust. He had me coming until his dick was nice and coated with our rewards. He slowly pulled it out and without.