Jetzt stand sie an der Garderobe und trank Gin Tonic aus. Ihr Mantel hing einsam und wartete darauf, ergriffen zu werden. Sie musste ihn selbst holen,...es war niemand mehr da, der ihn ihr hätte geben können.Warum war sie überhaupt noch da? Normalerweise blieb sie nie bis zum Schluss. Kurz dachte sie an die Männer, die sie beobachtet hatten. Die Jäger! Ob sie vor der Tür auf sie lauerten? Doch bis zur Tür würde sie nicht kommen. Die drei Kerle, die ihr gegenüberstanden, würden das verhindern.. Plus a whole lot more.She finally got to the point of putting the dress on me and it fit as if it were custom made for me. It was a beautiful pastel pink with a lace overlay on the chest and all around the bottom of the skirt. There was also lace on the sleeve cuffs and around the high neck. "That's a good girl, Roberta, I can see you really like your new dress," she said. What did she mean, MY dress.....and calling me ROBERTA? All of a sudden I heard another voice saying "My, my, my, Roberta,. I was sitting on the bar stall and mum was standing quite close infront of me with her robe open in her bra and knickers, I couldn’t help but think she looked hot, and without thinking I said it, you do look hot I said. Mum smiled at me and let out a nervous laugh, thanks darling she said as she looked down at her open robe. I mean it mum you look good still. It was then I now realised I was flirting with her, she gave it one of those silly stop it and tap me on the shoulder, I noticed her. Jab maina choot dakhee to us ka lips be latak raha tha, Bua na saas ka boobs ko chata, phir choot ko, or budhi mara land chat rahi thee main mara aik baar sarm virya pani be nikal gaya magar budhee abhi be bua sa choor or boobs chatva rahi thee.or usna poora aik ghanta leya sali na, phir maina apna land ko aik he zor daar jhatka main randi ke choor main utar deya magar us randi ko pata he nahi chala itnee khulee choot the madarchod sali randi ki, or mai eyes band kar ka usa chod raha tha ab to.