” Saabji is this fine as this is my wedding dress. I have put powder too. I hope you are not getting any smell from me now”.“Where have u put po...der show me..I can’t see” This statement was passed in just curiosity of talking but the end result of it was amazing..She very shyly lifted her hands and showed me the arm pit area. I noticed that the dress was torn in one of the sides…WOWThen again she lowered her dupatta and showed me her upper chest which had traces of powder and I went near her. Her mother or father had bequeathed her with paler skin, lighter brown hair and far more freckles than anyone else in the family. This alone constituted quite a severe differentness, but even now, in her early thirties, she hadn’t got married and didn’t even have a fiancé. She had quite a nice home, however, which she’d bought partly from family money, but mostly from her salary as a systems analyst in an insurance company. Quite clearly her employer was not one who expressed prejudice about. "She slowly started moving my cock up and down and again looked at me and smiled before continuing."Nearly everyone was asleep, so we were very quiet. He kissed me on my neck and mouth, and this time Mahmoud slipped the straps off my dress. He loved my boobs; he just couldn't stop sucking and squeezing them. Then he pulled my panties down and kissed me all up my inner thighs and then my pussy. I was so wet down there, and he really turned me on; my legs were wide open. He lifted me and got me. She grabbed the shaft and rubbed it back and forth along her slit and lightly stroked it up and down with her thumb and forefinger circled around my shaft."Give it to me baby." She cooed in my ear as she slid the tip back and forth along her open pussy lips and I held my hips still, "I'm sooo fucking wet for you. Push it inside and fuck my tight little hole." she said with a gleam in her eye.I couldn't resist any longer and so I moved my hips fprward as she guided my shaft into her snug pussy..