Vaha par ek sharma ji kaam karte the wo mp ke murena ke rahne wale the wo love marrige ki thi unki wife gujrat ki thi unse meri bahut achchhi pahachan...ban gai unki marrige ko lagbahag 1 saal hui thi to unhone apni marrige annursary me mujhe bulaya jaydatar wo office ke kaam par bahar rahte the to apni marrige annursary me apne ghar me hi the to unhone mujhe apni marrige annursary me invite kiya main jab unki wife ko dekha to pagal ho kya yaar kya maal thi wo us din saree me thi aur unka figer. I whimpered like a baby. The other slid under my waistband to massage my juicy vulva. Knowing fingers stroked, tickled, and kneaded my inner and outer lips, penetrating deeper at times and at others tracing maddening circles around my clit.She bent down to start kissing her way up both my thighs, first one, then the other. When her lips had almost reached my knickers, her fingering focused solely on my clit, flicking, teasing and rubbing slow and soft, then fast and hard, and lifting me to my. ”I heard them removing their clothes. I knew that because her T-shirt was draped over my fence, then her bra, followed by her pants. Then she said, “Oh God not another pair of panties. Mom’s been getting suspicious and wondering where all of my panties have gone. I can’t let her see my cum stains in them.”The boy asked, “Why not?”The girl who I then believed to be Bridget said, “I’m a good Catholic girl, I don’t have sex and I don’t even think about sex. Therefore I can’t cum in my panties. You. We traveled by train leaving Chicago and traveled to the great state of Wyoming. Upon arrival at Cheyenne, I rented a Jeep that could help us go where the paved roads stopped, and the firebreak trails began.We, him and I, ah John and I, we wanted to be well away from humankind and out in the true wilds of Wyoming.Us…, we were as I remember it, happy, excited, and hopeful from just having finished with college. As I look back on us, we had our lives to live with nothing but successes coming our.