Amit bhaiya: Akele akele ayse dress mein kya kar rahi thi.Main: Naach rahi thi, aapko kya?Amit bhaiya: Are to mujhe bhi dikhaona naachke.Itne mein bah...r se maa boli: Woh uth gayi kya, Amit?Amit bhaiya darwaze se bahar jhank kar: Haan aunty uth gayi, maine utha diya.Maa: Achcha kiya, warna pata nahi kitna soti hai.Amit bhaiya wapas mujhe dekh bole: Haan to main kya kah raha tha?Main: Ummm bakwaas band karo. Papa nahi hai kya bahar?Amit bhaiya: Nahi woh shayad bahar tahalne gaye hai.Main chalti. I remove my shirt now I was in my lingerie and skirt and she was in her lingerie and her denim shorts. She laid down on me. Our bodies were hugging tight. Her tits in her bra were touching mine. Out rites were grinding with each other. Wow what a feeling. We were smooching wild with her saliva dropping all over my face. Our fingers were interlocked and our palms were all sweaty. I crooked my legs around her and accidently the electricity was also not there. So we were in this sweat for and it. Jim was driving and pulled into a little remote parking spot surrounded on 3 sides by trees maybe 50 feet away. We toked and joked awhile, chasing swigs of Jack with cold beer, and my week's worries were washed away by the buzz and the friendly conversation. Two other cars pulled in to park as far away from ours as possible, and two middle aged guys got out to walk into the woods. "I bet I know what they're doing", Jim said, "They're gonna queer each other." I knew he was right, but didn't. It looked the same to her, crinkled and tight and light-brown.She probed it tenderly with a finger, but all she felt was a tingle. Carefully, she pushed her finger into her asshole, and felt about. There was nothing wrong. The aching of it didn’t really hurt. It was more of a throbbing feel than anything else.She straightened up and began going through her exercises, watching herself in the mirror. Perhaps her asshole felt that way because it was getting fucked too much. Or not enough.Before,.