Didi – teri gf haiMain – nahi didi Didi – kyoMain – koi mili hi nahiDidi – try kar mil jayegiDidi ne us time sleeveless top or hot pant paha...i thi wo bahut sexy lag rahi thiFir subha jab me utha to dekha didi mirror ke samane apane baal sukha rahi hai or sirf towel me hai kya sexy lag rahi thi unka dodh jesa badan chikani legs mera to lund hi khada ho gaya me bathroom me gaya or muth mar kar aa gaya agale din didi nahane gayi to maine key hole se dekha didi bulkul nangi thi kya boobs the mera. These things were continuously running on my mind.Sarika madam, reached home by 1.30 pm. As she reached, I dropped all my thoughts and told her that I am leaving. But she asked me whether I have some other plans. I said no. she then asked me to be with them for some more time. We then had lunch together. After lunch, she asked me about my bf. She also asked whether I have ever been physical with him. I was little surprised to be asked such questions by madam, I have always seen her asking. Bill grabbed the camera and started shooting. As the shoot progressed so did the poses. Bill was already drooling when she reach behind her and unclasped her bra. "Keep shooting. I put a big memory card in." She teased the bra off slowly like a stripper. Her breasts were 34B with hard nipples sticking out over half an inch. "Bill keep shooting dad wants some good pictures."As she posed in moccasins, panties, a head band and Indian necklace her braids came down to tickle her nipples. Bill kept. I licked her like I knew I would want it.....but rarely get from men....so she was pulling my head harder into her pussy...she was juicing although her pussy tasted strongly of piss, I loved how hot I was making her...her hubby was behind me sucking my pussy and sliding his tongue into my ass hole....which was driving me frantic. He asked could he put on a condom and I said yes....his wife was cumming as he rammed his cock in my cunt....I went to lie on top of his ample wife, kissing her.