Raaste me hamara seat jis jagah tha waha srf larke the. Or do uncle the.Me soch rahi thi. Itne lund k bich ek chut bechara fasa hua hai. Jab rat hui o... sb so gaye. Samir meri seat par ake mere upar let gaya or meri top utar di. Or lete lete hi jeans meri niche sarkane lga. Mene v mana nahi kiya kyuki bahut andhera tha. Or bahut lambi journey thi. Mene v rasta diya or hm usi tarah lete lete chudai karne lage. Itne me samne birth pe ek larka tha uski ankh khul gyi meri moaning se. Me chup ho gyi.. That shirt and those jeans really show off your build. Your arms bulge from the sleeves and the jeans fit your butt and bulge great.” Scott blushed and mumbled a thanks.“Scott, why don’t you take that shirt off and give us a look at what’s underneath.” Beth suggested.Scott looked at the girls and seductively pulled his shirt off exposing his tanned, defined chest with nickel sized brown nipples on well defined pecs and flat stomach that rippled with a 6 pac as he moved. The slightest bit of a. .. OK... That must be it then. Nice subtle effect in that fabric, bythe way." Finally noticed, eh? My arm was getting tired from twirlingthe hanger to show it off from different angles. We can now drop thefrock over the back of a chair - ever so casually...So far, so good...* * *An hour later, I am relaxing in a hot bath, while Greg busies himselfwith my hi-fi kit. The dress, by the way, got left (ever so casually,remember?) over the back of a chair in the living room. Too blatant? Tomisquote. Saaima and I had a quick shower together and after dressing, reached cottage no. 20, ten minutes after six."Saaima, kyon chudai se pet bhar gaya? (Saaima, have you had your fill of fucking?)" Fazia taunted Saaima."Of course not, I wanted to go on and on but Saheb insisted on coming here," Saaima said smiling sweetly. "We had tea and then strolled in the beautifully gardens of the Hotel. Our walk was cut short by a sudden cloud burst. We took refuge in the bar. The girls ordered cold drinks,.