I chastised myself for not getting a decent look at his face as I sat down but I had been so conscious of causing a scene, I hadn’t had chance to lo...k. More than the appealing sight of his leg and fingers, I became acutely aware of his scent. It was unusual, yet intensely familiar. A lemony, citrus smell, tinged with spice and sprinkled with masculinity. I was pretty good at recognising different colognes. I didn’t know what this one was yet it was so familiar I was baffled by it. What was it?. ഗർഭത്തിന്റെ അഞ്ചാം മാസം മുതൽ അവരുടെ കാഴ്ചബംഗ്ലാവു പോലുള്ള വലിയ വീട്ടിൽ പകൽ മുഴുവൻ വെറുതെ ഒറ്റയ്ക്കിരിക്കാനായിരുന്നു എന്റെ വിധി. വൈകിട്ട് കട പൂട്ടി ഡാഡിയും മനുവും വന്നാലും എന്നെ അടുക്കളയിൽപോലും കയറ്റില്ല.അങ്ങനെപകൽ സുഖമായിട്ട് ഞാൻ കഴിയുന്നെങ്കിലും രാതി കഷ്ടകാലമായിരുന്നു. പകലത്തെ ശാന്തഗംഭീരനായ മനു അല്ല രാത്രിയിൽ. നീളം കുറവാണെങ്കിലും മനുവിന്റെ സാധനം നന്നായി തടിച്ചിട്ടാണിരുന്നത്. ഹണിമൂൺ കാലത്ത് ഇതൊരു മുതൽക്കൂട്ടായിരുന്നെങ്കിലും, അഞ്ചാറുമാസം ഗർഭമുള്ളപ്പോൾ ഇതത്ര രസമുള്ള സംഗതിയല്ല.ഗർഭത്തിന്റെ ആലസ്യം. I saw some guys stroking their cocks right there in their front seats, trying to attract someone over. Then I realized that mostly of those men were gay…I walked steadily into the men’s room where most of the action tended to start. The stalls were busy, but I find one free, so I got inside.That night I was wearing a short skirt and high heels; so, nobody could doubt I was a real woman; but inside the gentlemen’s bathroom… I stood there quietly letting myself relax a bit. i could hear all sorts. Doug picked up on Mark's rhythm as he began to slowly fuck Nena's backside, his down stroke causing his swollen testicles to slap audibly against Nena's, firm, round ass. Nena lay trembling between them, sandwiched, barely able to move, her vagina and ass repeatedly pummeled by the insistent, methodical fucking of Mark and Scott.Mark knew that Nena was getting more and more aroused, her vaginal secretions causing his cock to stroke into her more easily, causing him to pump into her faster, and.