I said, "Uh, guys, I hate to say it, but we're going to have to get out of these wet clothes, or we could have hypothermia tonight." We all looked at...each other, realizing exactly what that meant, but also realizing what could happen if we tried to be modest. "I don't really like it either, but we'll just have to make the best of it until we can dry our stuff out. What do you say?" In silent agreement, we all shrugged and began undressing. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy watching her. Aur hum sirf raat ko light band karte hai aur fir uncle mere upar ate hai aur meri saadi ko kamar tak uthate hai aur apna.. O haat me pakadte hai aur meri niche dalkar chudai karte hai. Bas aaise hi hum log pyar karte hai…Me:- achaa hai ..Par muje aap sara nahi bataya .. Ki start kaise karte hai aur fir end.Aunty:- bataya to sahi ki kay karte hai aur kaise ..Me:- kya bataya aap ne .. Aap log raat ko light band karte hai fir uncle aap ke upar ate hai aur aap ki saadi ko kamar tak upar karte hai. Happy birthday, Mr Bishal and many, many more, she said in a low, sultry voice. The old mans rheumy eyes widened as she shifted under his trembling hands, letting her black-cloaked form feel the warm body beneath his wandering fingers. Standing there in the golden afternoon light of the kitchen, a fat old man groped the lush firm ass of the Nun as she ground her body appreciatively against his. Giggling like a school girl, Sister Mary extracted herself from his grip and took him by the hand. Finding the rougher mound of flesh on the top wall of her vagina, Jake began tapping the tips of his fingers against it. Phoebe gasped and arched her back. Her thighs clamped against his head and he could feel the tremors that wracked her petite body. Daddy, she moaned. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Cumming. Jake felt his daughters tight pussy clamp down on his fingers. He withdrew them to press his mouth against the convulsing opening to lap at the juices that squirted from her sweet cunt. Phoebe.