Maine poocha kyo bhabhi kaisi lagi film .bhabhi boli must. Maine kaha bhabhi bhook lagi hai.hum do no ne sath khana khaya. Mai apne kamre me chala gay....itne me bhabhi ki awaz aai kya kar rahe ho dever ji jara idhar aaao na.Mai bhabhi ke bedromm me gaya to bhabhi boli ye meri bra ka hook ballo me atack gaya hai plese nikal do na .bhabhi sirf bra & peticote me he thi.usne creme rang ki bra pahan rakhi thi.maine bra kolhne ke bahane uske nipple’s ko bhi masal diya or pure peeth per hath fre diya. I hope you dont mind me coming over with out callingmom: of course not come inson: mom please sit down I have some disturbing news for youmom: whats on your mind? whats wrong?son: it you thats on my mindmom: what do you mean? what are you talking about?son: i was at uncle roberts house helping him clean out his garage and I found these pictures of you and him in bed together.mom: where did you get these?son: I just told you- in uncle roberts garage- you know dads brother who lives across. This tormentor kissed and licked my feet and ankles as he tortured my butt hole. Tears of shame and pain flowed from my clinched eyes as this bastard enjoyed his agonizing torture of my ruptured butt hole. My fingers and toes were spread as wide as possible from the painful insertion of this new malformed piece of man meat. I glanced down at my up turned butt hole and could see this huge, enormous piece of tube meat slide effortless back and forth in my butt hole. The sperm from the first. “And what can I do for you, my dear?”“To what do I owe the honor, Scrumptious?”“Turn on your web cam and show me your gorgeous, wet slit!”I absent-mindedly logged into AFF and checked, (just in case the impossible twenty-five year-old, hard-bodied, blonde had sent me a wink) my inbox.Yet another forty-eight hours of nothing, greeted me, instead.I knew that Sandra would be able to see that I’d sat back down at my desktop. AOL’s program would detect my mouse moving around and show everyone in my.