. no no pagal kisi se bhi is baat ka ziker mat kerna kiun merwana chahti ho mujhe aisi batain scerete rakhte hain promiss kero kisi se nahi kaho gi. ..... ok baba ghusa kiun hote ho nahi bataoon gi aree ye kya ker rahe ho meri tangain kiun utha rahe ho. . . tumahara wazan main kaise uthaoon gi . . . main wazan tum per nahi rakhoon ga aur main pyar ker raha hoon bas dekhti jao tum ke main kya kerta hoon. . . . . . . . . . Acha bhai mujhe to bahut maza aaya ab jo kero mujhe kya aur ager saima ya. I’m thinking right now would be better spent racking up sins for confessional. Back in the kitchen I started with my bondage. Taking one of the retractable seatbelts I tied the retractor part to the corner leg of the kitchen table. With a second one I did the same thing but to the other leg of the table. The next part involved my legs. I took the end of the seatbelt which normally is bolted to the bottom of the seat and tied it around my ankle. There was no need to use locks since my. The wonderful warm feeling of his cock sliding into where it was more than welcome was just mind-blowing. The feeling of his cock moving inside me, the urgency of our union, the setting and the desire was so arousing. He was wasting no time himself. I was more than eager for him to fuck me and fuck me fast and before we were found.His hands came around to my breasts and he fondled and squeezed them. He was using his grip to hold himself steady as he thrust his cock into me. The feeling of it. Moira wasn't happy; she hated the thought of being away from the citylife and all, but I insisted that she'd have more room to work, moreprivacy, and we'd be only a couple hours' drive from the City anyway.After all, in this age of Satellite, Internet and telecommuting....We'd been there a few months, and I thought Moira had adjusted to itrather well. Then, one hot summer day I went down to our Pond to cleanout the Algae, a job I could have hired out to a gardener, but I ratherenjoy working.