Toh deepak bola mohit tu ek accha ladka hai tu kyu in randiyo ke chakker me padta hai yeh sab tere liye nahi hai tu meri baat maan koi ladki pata le a...r ushe chodh le toh mene kha yahi toh problum hai ki mujhse koi ladki nahi pat ti hai toh me kishe chodu toh deepak wola yaar mohit tu itna hand some hai tu apne collage me dekh koi na koi toh jarur fhas jayegi aur me bhi yahi chata hu ki mere dost ko chut mil jaye aur uska land shant ho jaye ye bol kar woh hashne laga Maine kaha yaar deepak tu. She was the spitting image of her Mom, dirty blond hair, nice sized tits, and great legs. She had on a short skirt and thin top, braless of course. “Hi, you must be Dan”, she said. “You’re tall”, she said. I was 6’1”, and she must have been maybe 5’4” and at most 105 pounds, half my weight.She ushered me in and, I thought at the time, accidently, didn’t get totally out of the way so that her arm brushed my groin as I tried to squeeze by her trying to be polite and not touch her. Her. For the select few, a club in which she now belonged, life in India could be very enjoyable. If she had the time to enjoy it, that is. This trip into the remote heartlands of the state of Maharashtra however was turning out to be far less pleasant. Geologists from one of their subsidiary companies had recently discovered a potentially huge vein of diamonds deep within the mountains. The paperwork in acquiring mining permits and ownership had been child’s play given she knew exactly which. “Mmm, me and Aunt Nadine wore him out last night,” said Bryana with pride. “But there's something hot about being fucked by my little sister's big dick.”“Ooh, you like this, huh?” I asked, feeling bold and hiking my skirt right there in the middle of the hallway. I exposed my futa-dick throbbing in my pink panties. “You want my futa-cock fucking you hard.”“So hard!” she moaned, unsnapping her jeans and kicking off her open-toed shoes. Red nail polish gleamed on her toenails. She shoved them.