Bhabhi blouseKhol de varana ye faad dega.”Manjula ne blouse khol ke utar diya. UsKe bade bade stan dekh kar mera lund tan gaya. Mere haath dono stan...o dabaane lage. Neha ne mera lund tatola.”Aai, Bhai ka…ka…us koBahan nahin chhuti.” mein ne kaha. Javab diye bina Neha fir seManjula ko kiss karane lagi aur mere lund ko mutthi men le karDaboch liya.Mein ne ek haath Manjula ke stan parRakhate hue dusare se Neha ka stan pakada aur dabaya. Is bar us neVirodh nahin kiya. Achanak us ne Manjula ka munh. She opened up the door, smiling as she saw Sandy.Mrs. French was almost as pretty as Miss Elgin, with light blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her tits were a lot bigger, forming a tight cleavage within her v-necked T-shirt. He could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra today, since her jugs hung against the T-shirt. He could almost see her nipple indention underneath the white fabric. Her legs were long and tanned, spreading out from a tight pair of jean shorts, ending in a pretty little pair of. He dropped me on my back, but I pushed him off. “No! I want you to do me like you did Carrie. Make me your bitch first, then make me your lover.”It was all I needed to say. He flipped me like I was a feather, pulling me up to my knees. One advantage I had over Carrie was I didn’t need lube, I was dripping like a bad faucet when he entered me. It was the biggest thing I’d ever had in me. When he hit my cervix I screamed and gushed, the first of many. I wasn’t exactly as vocal as Carrie said she. The generators were being delivered today and put in place.The fuel tanks had been delivered Friday and with the help of the security men, were set in place. The fuel company had connected them together with valves, hoses and pipe, checked for leaks and then filled them with fuel.Tomorrow the generator people were to meet with our private utility people to hook up the generators and adjust them. Then they were going to cut the South Africa Utilities wire feeding Polokwane and install switch.