She placed his hand firmly there, covering her full tit, letting Alex know clearly that she wanted him to touch her and fondle her sensitive breasts.A...ex could instantly feel Lauren's nipple harden under his palm, even through the material of her bra and the tight bust-emphasizing top she had worn. He gently squeezed the taut little bud between his fingers and heard Lauren moan from the sensation of his touch on her body.Lauren and Alex soon had their clothes undone to making touching each. He obviously didn’t want me to know who he was. At this point, I am not so sure it is my husband. The scent from the shirt is slowly making its way to my brain. The shirt smells delicious, but not wholly familiar as my husband's scent should be. Then he was finger fucking me with two fingers, slowly. I moan in pleasure. “More, faster,” I asked with a moan. He pushes three fingers inside, slowly at first with an increasing pace. I love getting finger fucked, and he was good at it. It wasn’t. He was leaning up against the wall, checking out everyone who entered. He was wearing nothing but a woman's black string bikini, a slave bandana tied Aunt Jemima style, and red lipstick. Every time I’ve seen him outside of the booths, he’s wearing the bandana, a pair of work boots, and black socks. . He nodded to me and I nodded back. He came up to me and asked - maybe a little TOO eagerly, “You want a hot blow job, sweetie? I’ll make it real good, mister,” he said. “Take care of you straight. Taki vaivahik rahte hue bhi kunwara jaisa rahun aur padhayee karun.Mera impressions dekhne mein bahut hi bhola aur sidha sada tha, aur jyada bolta bhi nahi tha.Lekin ghar ke jo halat badlega toh zaruri ho gaya tha ki gauna karna pada.Aur chacha ne bhale hi apni bahuon ki sadi mujhse karwa di,lekin, undono pe apna pura hak banaye rakhna chahte the , aur dasiyon ki tarah pesh aate, isliye chacha ke 1 mahine ke silsile mein bahar jaate hi pitaji ne tino biwiyon ko mere saath sahar bhez diya..