Ani ti hasat manali ki tula gf nahi ahe ka. Nahi ka bar nahi sahaj vicharle pan tichya manatil bhavana mi olakhala tila maza badal kahi tari hot hote....Ani asech divas jat hote va ek divas tichy navaryala night duty sathi jayache hote. Ani tyani mala jevayala bolavale v mi janoon usira gelo ti ektich gharat hoti ani mi jewayala basalo v mi vicharale dada kute gele ti manali ki te duty la gele tyani sangitale ki tula jewayala dejo v tat vadhle mi vichar karat hoto ki aaj kasehi karun hila apali. Then I could see a handsome middle aged black man, wearing an elegant suit and sitting on a sofa in the middle of the bedroom.His name was Leroy and he waited patiently while Ana was locked inside the bathroom. He looked into the camera and smiled… Anita finally showed up. She was wearing now that infamous cheerleader outfit. A short skirt showed her firm round buttocks and a tight jumper style cat suit indicated that her boobs were loose…Leroy opened her eyes real wide and my sensual wife told. Her breasts were literally looked like two mangoes. Her bra was seriously tight and it could cover only her huge breasts, exposing her fleshy breasts on top and the sides. I pulled her bra strap down unhooked it, removed it and threw it besides her blouse. She then lifted her arms and held my head as I rubbed my palms over her armpits. They were shaved but had a lot of hair sprouting on it.I then gently pushed Fathima Madam on the bed, and she was watching me and co operating for every act I. She had long dark hair with a sultry tone to her skin giving her that strong Amazon woman look. She was wearing a white lace bra with the skimpiest pair of white knickers I'd ever seen coupled with a pair of white fishnet stockings. The white coloured garments contrasted beautifully with the dark tone of her skin making her more attractive in my eyes. She asked if I'd like a private dance. Seeing I was already here, I thought why not? Especially with the numerous NO TOUCHING signs I'd seen.