O nijer ghore na dhuke pa tipe tipe amar ghorer dike chollo. Janla diye uki dilo. Amar ghor ondhokar tai kichui dekhte pelo na. Phire elo nijer ghore....orer din raat e ami abar oder karbar dekhlam. Shipra klanto hoye ghumiye porlo ar kuntola kalker moto aaj o ghore dhokar age amar janalay uki dilo. Eta o korbe ami jantam, tai night lamp jaliye rekhechhilam. O ghore amake na dekhe uki diye ghorer vitor charpash ta dekhte laglo. Ami chupi chupi jiye or pichhone daralam. Kuntola samne jhuke uki. She’d been ramping up the fantasies in their bedroom and got the OK to get a thong to wear as long as Tom was there. He was getting a little uneasy about her exhibitionism. If he only knew!One Saturday evening we had a cookout with lots of beer and wine. Nikki and I had an afternoon fuck while Tom was gone for a while, but he hadn’t laid her since the night before. She was going to push it to the next level that evening.We were used to the thong by now and we men were down to small swimsuits as. Tell Me what you need.’ He stroked and tugged at her clit, sending shivers through her entire body, waiting for her answer. She managed to pull away from Him hissing, ‘Fuck You Robert…fuck you.’ His smile was as soft as it had ever been. He nodded once and stepped back. The figure eights resumed. With a flick of His wrist I struck, landing squarely against her heaving chest and tight nipples leaving the brazen marks of my kiss. The scream that burst from her lips was like nothing I’d ever heard. She felt Eve begin to apply a little pressure and felt the bottle pressing into her. She moved a little, wanting to feel the bottle enter her. Eve pressed the bottle against Jenny; she rubbed it up and down a little coating the base in her juice lubricating it and then she pressed it against her dripping hole. With not much more pressure she could feel Jenny yield to her pressure. Jenny screamed with pleasure as she felt the bottle slide into her. Relishing the feeling of the warm bottle.