.mammmi kahne lagi main thodi der ruk gaya au phir ahista se dhakke laga ne laga lekin josh aayaa aur jor jor se dhkke lagane laga didi jor jor se chi...lane lagii aare aaaabhi phat gayi ruko abhi ruk jao plz uhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaa aimmmmaammmiii aplzzzdhhire dard, ho raha hain plzz abhi main josh mainne aue speed badha di kyunki didiki awaj sunne ke liye koi nahi tha ghar par maine apni jib didi ke munh me daal di aur ghumane laga aur didi ke chote chote boobs ragadne laga aur meri raftar. She left the rest of the dress bunched in my arms, and ran off to her office. When she came back with the old foundation garment that had been on her dressing dummy for months, I knew I was in trouble. I opened my mouth to protest, but Leena laid her soft hand over my lips. She winked and said, I won’t tell if you won’t.I was flabbergasted, but I let her strap the long line brassiere around my waist, pulling me in there, and filling my chest out incredibly. The cups were stiff, forming bold. Aunt Jill suddenly burst up from underneath the foaming water. Sara’s mother was only thirty-years-old and she was stunningly beautiful with a firm, youthful body. Jill was simply a younger version of her sister at twenty-two. They were both petite, no more than 5’4”, and when they walked down the street together, with their slender legs and perfect bubble butts packed into tight jeans, short shorts, or tiny skirts, they could cause traffic accidents. Sara’s Mom had slightly larger breasts, a. What am I talking about you ask ?? Am talking about the circle of people/friends I have that are friends but hot like the Caribbean sauce . You know those certain friends that do the casual flirting , innuendo's every now and then, ( I'll have to do another story with how this all started ) racy text messages or phone calls but still comes under the umbrella of "friends".Am describing Mr Z ! A man who I knew for a couple of years through the musical circuit and we were cool , never had any.