.Phir wo mera hath apne boobs per legai kahne lagi naheed ise dabade uhhh …Plz naheedMera hath bhabhi chuchi per phisalne laga mi zorse use dabane l...ga ..Bhabhi ab apni maxi ke sare button khol diye aur jhat se mujhe apni our khinchliya ..Uuh mere raja kar dudu daba le uuuh plz raja …Kahker wo mujhe apni bahon me kas liya mera dam ghutne laga …Mi phir dudu ko hath me leker khub dabane laga wo madhosh hue jarithi ..Phir bhabhi ne kaha naheed tu apnashirt aur lungi nikalde …Mi sharmaya usne kaha. So we started talking on Facebook about life, work, marriage and all. Since she was married so we didn’t talk for long however exchanged numbers.Gradually we again lost our connection and we started talking very less and then almost to nill. But I from time to time kept sending her messages to keep the connection alive and she responded positively. Then one fine day we were discussing current lives and she told me her issues with her husband and how he’s not treating her right. They were on the. Tricia's head swiveled to look at me. She was really a good-looking woman, and a real bitch. Dirty-blonde hair, big blue eyes, large breasts. Tricia has those large, soft-looking breasts that hang without appearing to sage, if you know what I mean. Slender build, except for her tits. About 5'2". I always thought that Tricia look "hard," if that makes sense."OK, Dave. You can get me a beer. Thanks," as if she was doing me a favor letting me get her a beer.In the kitchen I carefully opened one of. In all honesty, I really wasn’t into having a scene with a very drunk guy. The other concern that also dawned on me was that it was beginning to look like I was about to give up my bed for the night.When his jeans and shirt had been removed, Okie got on my bed and lay down on his back. After I had collected his clothing off the floor and hung it on the chair at my desk. As I was doing so I heard him begin to snore.I stood looking at him with a multitude of thoughts going through my mind..