Ap mujhe jo file dikhana hai dikhao, wo ok, bolkar bagal ki wordrobe se file nikalne lagi, mai dekha aj pink colour ki jhini sharee pahni hui hai, low...cut blouse, ek patli si sone ki chain gale me jisme ek pearl ki locket laga hua hai,uski pet and nabhi pura dikh raha hai, thori der me wo file le kar a gayi mere samne, ab mujhe uski low cut blouse me atka hua bara bara gol chuchi dikha, mera nazr atak gaya wohan,n exitement hone laga andar hi andar, pyas bhi laga jor se, mai kampte gale me. If any lady in pune want ot share bed with me can contact me at all the things will be kept confidential. Assured.Let us start the story. My bhabhi’s name is rekha and she lives in pune. Her figure is 38d-32-38. She had two childs. I’m really fond of her boobs. She always wears low cut blouse to show her cleavage.One day i visited her place to take my wifes some work with her. I just wrang the bell and after a minute rekha came out in only her blouse and peticoat. She was about to go for bath.. He leant in and softly kissed her nipples, causing them to harden instantly, and he flicked his tongue across them.Jess sighed “oh fuck that’s nice” and her hand went to the old man’s crotch, caressing it gently, almost an automatic response to having her nipples sucked and her breasts toyed. The fact that the bulge belonged to an 80-year-old man, far from repelling Jess, made her feel naughty and rather kinky, an exhilarating feeling.Jess slowly unzipped Frank’s trousers and slipped her hand. We didn’t care. We were in love and wanted to get married. Maybe you wanted to wait, all those years ago?” “Yes. We might have waited. We both own that one.” I was honest with myself and with my husband. Now I was the one holding both of his hands.Again, his musings brought up old memories. Karl said, “My boot camp sergeant told me, ‘Just because you see the knee coming for your nuts, and doesn’t mean it going to hurt any less.' I never knew how true that could be.” I got what he meant. I.