Andar jate hi woh apne bed par baithti hui poochi: To kuch hai tumhare paas naya karne ko?Main: Mujhse zyada to tum mahir ho tum hi batado. Tum hi bat... do ab mujhe kya karna hai.Shradha: Hmmm to main jo bolungi woh karoge?Main: Haan.Shradha: Ha ha ha! Ok aao idhar.Itna kahti hui woh firse mujhe apna gand dikhati hui palat kar bed par kutiya ban kar baith gayi. Fir meri taraf palat kar ungli ke ishare se bulati hui apni chut ke tarah dikhayi. Main samajh gaya aur turant uske paas jakar uski chut. I moved Jane’s legs apart with my hands and began working the insides of each slender thigh. The thong was stretched cradling her pussy lips and barely hiding her dark puckered anus. Jane‘s perfect ass rose to meet the licking and kissing of her inner thigh. I smelled the powdery scent coming from her body. My kisses went up her inner thigh until my lips found the soft cotton thong. I kissed the material and felt the damp heat from her pussy. My fingers found the narrow elastic band of the. But nothing happened – the car continued to sit there with the windows rolled up, even though it was a warm spring day. Bird watched, puzzled. Then the thought struck him. No, she couldn’t be… Not right there in the parking lot, no way! He had to see. He walked closer to the car, trying to look casual, as if he were just looking for his own car. Walked right past her car from behind, looking out of the corner of his eyes, trying desperately to see what was happening without being obvious.. She went out to the bedroom to get dressed but came back in to string the blow dryer cord out. “Oh what a bad girl I am”. A pair of tweezers and a bottle of “Spellbound” perfume joined the crap pile. “That should be good for ten lashes”. She skipped out into the bedroom. A quick look through the closet produced her outfit for the evening. She pulled on a pair of fishnet stockings careful to leave a tear near the top. Next she had chosen her red vinyl thigh high boots. She sat down and pushed.