Tab me lagbhag atharah saal ka raha hounga, ghar me mere alava mammi aur papa the. Papa office ke kam ke karan aam tor par tour par hi rahte, me apni ...tudy me busy rahta aur mammi ghar ke kamo ke baad tv par romantik aur sexy film dekhana pasand karti. Ghar me mammi gown ya sadi pahanati thi jisme se unka madak gadraya gora badan jhalaka tha. Me chor nazaro se lagatar unko ghoorata rahata, kai baar me bathroom me ankhen band kar apni mammi ke bare me soch-2 kar khali ho chuka tha.Mammi ghar me. It would be a gold mine. She could, easily, name her own price for its sale and distribution.While sh was in the last store, she was talking to the clerk. A VERY cute guy. He was the same age as her, and he was working to save up money to pay for HIS school. They had ended up talking for longer than she realized, and, when she went out to leave, discovered that she was running VERY late. It had been worth it, though. She had ended up giving him her cell number, and inviting him to call her. He. He pulled out of me, just leaving me there as he went to the bathroom. I sat there wondering who would be the next to use my body. The second nigger would be the lucky one. He made me spread my thighs and he quickly inserted two fingers up my sensitive wet cunt. His thumb rubbed my swollen clit.“The bitch is wet now…” He shouted out so everybody could hear.He stopped touching me and I thought my ordeal was over. However, the second man stood up again, grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to an. “You have girl friend I think”, asked Tushi“Yes I do…but we agree to fuck around”, assured Marlene“Good”, smiled Tushi, “I have also and we can get together if you want”.“My girl is butch also”, said Tushi laughing“She can fuck my girl Louise”, said Marlene, getting horny again.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Soon after arriving into the brothel, Louise had followed a woman into a room. She was a French woman.