Me uske boobs dabata suck karta. Pussy rub karta lekin kabhi sex nahi kar saka.Ab uski shaadi paki hogai. Hum sab unki taraf rehne gae. Mehndi dhoom d...aam se hui. Raat phir mene zid ki ke phir iski shadi hojagi mujhe is ke sath sona hai. Hum room me gae. Usne door lock kia or mujhe ajeeb nazar se dekhne lagi. Mene pucha kia hua to boli aj jo hoga tum kabhi nahi bhulo ge or mere samne kapre utarne lagi. Mera bhi ab khara hone laga tha me pas gaya or paglo ki tarha usko kiss karne laga. Wo bhi. I dismissed this as her being drunk as shit and went to start up her shower. She came in the doorway without her shirt on, exposing those great breast. I looked in awe as her plaid skirt hit the floor. An interesting fact is she goes without underware. She sat in my lap and her only words "Take me". I didn't want to at first because she was a little wasted, but her kiss changed my mind instantly. I took her to my room and undressed only leaving my boots on(No time to take them off). She was. She moaned again as I dropped my hand further and lightly stroked her hard clit through the thin material of her silk panties. She arched her back and pushed her cunt against my hand, trying to increase the pressure of my touch. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, that feels so good." She moaned. I granted her wish as I rubbed her clit harder through the silk material. She gasped and moaned with pleasure as I caressed her love button a little harder. I felt her breathing getting harder as I continued to. Personally, I don't like farm reports, country music, or preachers telling me I am damned if I don't send them a donation. That had been a constant complaint of all three girls since we moved out here. The only radio station they liked was located in the twin cities and could barely be tuned in most days. If I could provide them with a radio that picked up WKNZ, they would kiss my feet. Or maybe I would have them kiss some other part of my anatomy.I could put a homebuilt FM radio in the cabinet.