She is Gorgeous by herself, for her perfect body figures.And as I gave the dupatta to Shalu, she took it with a smile saying “this is why I always p...efer wearing simple tops and bottom” and tucked the dupatta in the gap between the seat and the bus instead of wearing it. She is someone who wears simple (but scintillating) attires (but our college only allows churidar), and on occasion where she goes for modern dresses, even a girl would love to propose her.Now Shalu asked me laughing “You don’t. I have used the hardest wood I can find and used animal fat to allow it to run smoothly, but I am unsure of how effective it will be. I might have to use a smooth stone instead. I have been told of a stone that is hard like that, yet it is not difficult to polish it smooth.”“I think you Are referring to marble, Brando.”“Is that the name? Or at least it is your name for it. I don’t know where to find it.”“Hmmm ... try looking for limestone near a volcano. The heat will have transformed limestone. "Relax. It's just time for your first sojourn into feminine attire." Lisa pulled out a pair of stockings from her purse. "I always keep a spare pair on me in case I get a run."Wyatt took the stockings and made a stupid mistake (at least from the standpoint of those in the know about stockings). He grabbed the stockings by their entry and tried to pull them on like socks. He barely got them half way onto his foot before they started to snag on his toenails. Lisa grabbed his arms stopping. Then slam his dick back into me this went on for about twenty or thirty more poundings before Bruce collapsed down on my sweat drenched ,quivering body. I as I laid under him gasping and whimpering trying to beg him to let me up Bruce whispered ' ... yeah, that's what I like. Feel that boy pussy gripping at my dick, that's what I like, yeah! ...' My anal sphincter was pulsating round his throbbing penis. My thighs and legs were trembling u*********sly as I laid there begging Bruce to let me go..