Ya sun kar mai ruk gaya or khara ho kar kuch dakhna laga, mujha aik purana pillow nazar aeya jo maina didi fudee ka neecha rakh deya.Ab didi ki legs k...olta huva beech main aik bar fir sa didi ki fudee par land masalna laga, or last time apna land par dhar sara thook laga kar didi ka lips par kiss karna ka sath sath apna land hath main pakar kar fudee ka upar rakh leya.Ahista ahista zor lagaya magar kuch mushkil nahi hue. Maina didi ka kan main aram sa kaha “i m sorry” or fir lips kissing ka. It's always better to listen to sue. i always listen to what she says. right now she explains that i'm not her husband anymore. her husband now is chris. that makes sense to me. chris has a penis. sue says that chris is the man in the family.sue tells me again about the wedding a year ago. she has to keep telling me the stories over and over again because each time i forget. she carries over a big white leather album. it is filled with photographs of the wedding. she points to a picture of. Chad was massaging Ashley's inner thigh. Damn she did look hot, and twice I caught myself just in time before rear ending a car in front of us. As we pulled into Chad's subdivision, I smirked to myself. At least the asshole's home was much more modest than our own. These were simple lots with small yards and two car garages. I wondered what law Chad practiced. I slowed as we pulled onto his street, and looked in the mirror again. I could see Chad's hand was under Ashley's skirt, rubbing her. So all in all, the entire complex made about as much money as it brought in. It was all housed in a beautiful rolling landscape.I loved waking up these days... Today I got out of the house nice and early because I had pony detail. Every man knows early in the morning the wonders of that boner that simply won’t die...I ran my hand along the rough wooden post. It was cemented into the ground, sturdy as my cock was. My fingers danced up the chain from the eye hook in the timber and onto her.