.ahh..ahhh ohhh yess…ohhh..oooooo woooo ooooooooh…. my god.Really he was giving me full pleasure.He fucked & fucked & fucked me.I got a massive or...asm. I arched my back & splashed my juices on his cock. I was moaning and producing sexy voices like ” OOhhh Yeahh. Uuuuummmmmm OOHHHHHHH Yeahhhhhh. Uuuuummmmmm. Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh Noooooooo. Yeahhh Babyyy. Ooohhhh Yeahhhhh. .He fucked me at least half an hour,and then he told “Ohh! darling I am about to cum.”I requested him to take it out and. His stories did not have much dialog if any, the grammar was often problematic, and his vocabulary was simplistic. The essence of the story, however, I found to be compelling, as well as his inevitable twists. Certainly something I could work with. John was not a writer, he was a storyteller, and I was happy to be able to work with him. As far as I was concerned, the stories were his, and I was a glorified ghost writer. As we made progress, he’d have a family member scan and email the updates,. Jo bhabhi ne note kiya tha or hum wapis aane lage bus m fir wahi darama hua.Fir s mere land ne bhabi ki gand k maje liye. Is bar to maine bi himat karke unki gand pe hath rekhe diya. Or pure rasete unki soft s gand k maje lete aaya. Jab hum ghar pahuche to mujhe ahesas hogaya tha. Bhabi bi mera land lena chaheti h. Apni chut ki khujeli mitane k liye maine bhabi s bus k liye sry kaha. To bhabi ne kaha koi nahi iteni bhed m aisha hota hi h. Begene ki wajahe s thodi sardi bi lag rahi thi.To bhabi. Daari lo hotel lo boajanam chesi intiki velli sariki sayantram 8 pm ayyindi. Nenu naa room lo ki velli naa lungi maarchukoni snanam chesi bedmeeda vaalanu.eelopu naa sister vatchi yenti annayya vadina ledu ani feel avutunnava,parvaledu nenu unnanu kada andi ante yekkadi leni ustaham vatchindi.Tanaki pillalu leru appudu matallo tana pelli jeevitam yela vundi ani adiganu tanu yedchi naa vollu lo cherindi naaku ardamayyi tanani alage gattiga pattukunnanu. Tana kallu tudichi velli snanam chesira.