Finding it, I buried the finger up his ass, then a second finger. He looked me in the eye. He may've been gay, and I may've been a woman. But he sure ...eemed happy digging his cock up my husband's asshole while I dug my finger up his tight mancunt. He even couldn't help pushing back his bottom against my probing fingers, the slut! "Happy birthday, sweetheart," I said to my husband as our masseur pumped his ass fast and furious, slamming the full thick length of his shaft up my husband's bottom. ,,,Kal mera exam dopaher 2 baje khatam hone wala tha mere mom ne mere sare kapde meera ke ghar pohuncha diye the, muze bas unke ghar jana tha,,,2:30 baje mai unke ghar pohuncha to dekha ki uncle apne jute pahen rahe the, aur sath me unki beti bhi tayyar ho rahi thi, maine bola ‘uncle aap kaha ja rahe ho?’ uncle bole ki ‘beta muze balaji temple (tirupati) jana hai’ maine kaha ‘ohhhh, aap kab vapas aaoge?’ vo bole 5/6 din to lagenge hi ‘ uncle muze dekh kar bahut khush the, kunki unko station. Intensive care of some sort -- obviously she, Carrie, the patient, was not to be left alone. Of course, with the nurse's nose in her book, Carrie might as well have been alone. Didn't anyone train these people? The arrangements suggested serious injury -- probably life-threatening, and not yet fully under control, perhaps? Carrie contemplated attracting Nurse's attention, decided against it. Not yet. She needed more data. She closed her eyes, let them dark-acclimate for a few seconds, then. She just mocked me that u r even tryin ur aunty for god’s sake, there s a daughter. I was really stund and she laughed. She was exotic. We left the diner and she grabbed my hands while walking towards the auto and she got in first and i sat very close to her even when there was enough space. She was still holding my hands and i was turned on. I rubbed my elbow on her boobs as the auto went thru a rig rag road. When the corner of the road where my houe was situated she stopeed the auto and we.