To mene kaha me sach keh raha hu aap sach me bahot hi sexy ho. To vo boli kya fayda husband to sal me ekhi bar aate he. Fir vo sad ho gayi. To mene un...o kaha koi bat nahi me huna . To rima ne muje hug kar liya or boli thankyou.Kya batau dosto jab usne muje hug kiya to mera land khada ho gaya or uske boobs mere chest ko touch kar rahe the to bahot hi acha feel ho raha tha. Fir mene bhi usko samne tight hug kiya. To vo kich nai boli fir kuch der ase hi hug karte rahe . Fir mene uski or dekha or. She steps back and pull at my shirt, breaking every buttons that were so precariously sewn. As I feel that the time slow down, I can see every button fly and a definitive look of lust on my boss.She starts kissing my chest and nimble my ears, then she whispers something in my ear. I am not sure of what she said.Blast it, it’s happening, I am getting lucky tonight.I decide to kiss her and start being active in the situation. She is pretty and attractive, why can’t I have an active. We were loud and quite obnoxious. We loved telling tales of our sexual exploits committed during our free time from the army. Jason was still a virgin, waiting for marriage before dipping his member. It became our challenge to change that. Every leave we invited him back to our town with the promise of quality pussy. I had different ideas but kept them to myself for the while. Finally he agreed and came up to the town. Within an hour of his arrival he was deep inside the town bike, a slim. Holding onto the headboard of his bed, he carefully stood up."Wow," he grunted as he teetered atop the tall, five inch heels.Glancing over at the mirror, he uttered another "Wow" when he saw the arch of his legs caused by the heels.Clumsily, he clumped across the room to the door. Stepping out into the hall, he tottered, almost fell, caught himself and started toward his mother's room, holding onto the wall for support.Finally, he made it to her room. Holding onto the doorframe, he looked.