Her pussy walls were separated further than ever before."Are you okay? He askedBreathlessly, she said, "Yes, but it so big and feels so good."Resting ...n his hands, he stroked her slowly. She felt his rod stretching her tunnel. It was wonderful. She reached up, grabbed him by the shoulders and brought his face close to hers, and said, "Faster."He didn't need further encouragement. He banged into her with the speed of a sprint car leaving the starting line. She groaned as a burning sensation. Wo sree ko apni moti kamr ke niche pehnti hain.Woh bahot jyadabhi motinahi hain magar saree me unka sabhi motapa chupjata hain kyoki logoki nazar unke bubbo pe rehti hain.unki belly bhi bahot najuk hain aur use dekhogeto use chatne ka man karega.Wo peshe se vakil hain aur unki shaadi hochuki hain.unke 3 bete hain lekin firbhi wo apni jawani me kami nahi hain.Unke bubbeto jaise ek ek tarbuj ho aise hain,unhe mume leke chusne ka man karta hain.Wo Saree ke blouse bahot tiet pehnti hain jisase. Five times they’d made love during my one day of absence. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. What did this signal and suggest about what was likely to happen between Sue and Francis during the next three weeks? While I was stuck halfway around the world. Stuck halfway up a mountain. With communications barely more advanced than during the days when Doctor Livingstone explored Africa. In the days when Queen Victoria sat on the throne and half the world was pink on the map. I’d have had to. I crawled and shied away. I polished my meekest smile into perfection. I brooded and envied. I cried, silently and in private.There had been the scrawny, freckled girl when I was twelve. The girl who had taught me how to play my body. She had taught me the miracle of lovemaking. She gave me this shattering feeling that had enslaved me at once. But the girl had left soon and without a word. She left me behind with a craving I could not fulfil. No one cared to share it with me.Oh, in some circles.