Mane unhe ghurna band nhi kiya. Wo hmeha mujhe dekh ke smile deti thi bs ab intjaar tha to bs moke ka. Or wo bhi mil gya. Raja bhaiya ke mama ki death...ho gui thi tounki family wha ja rhi thi. Bhabi or unka ldka nhi ja rhe the kyunki unhone cows or buffalo paal rkhe the.Usse thik agle hi din. Bhabi hmare ghr ayi or kha ki light chli gyi hai or ghaas bhi katna hai. To rishabh ko bhej do wo meri help kr dega. Ma khushi khushi land hilata hua inke piche chl diya. Wo machin ma gaas dalne lgi or ma. I then massage her stomach. And put extra oil in her navel and played with it. This made her hot. She threw away the towel covering her tits and asked me to massage them.They were nice and fleshy and I had to catch each with both hands to massage each of them separately. I then took some chocolate sauce and poured on her nipples and then sucked the chocolate off giving her a second orgasm. This made her scream in delight.I then once again went to her toes now while she is lying face up. While I. I wriggled my hips, thinking that sounded like a really, really good idea. Jack let out a groan, and with his tool fully jammed into the depths of crack, he launched a spray of hot oil!Oh. My. Gawd! It seemed like he coated everything up in there! He just pumped and gushed spurt after spurt of his oil. I guess other people might have complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every last little nook and cranny of my quivering back door. I. "Perhaps I should keep them on?" I want to bring you to orgasm," he whispered. "Preferably before mypenis explodes."I undid his belt and let his pants drop. I reached into his underpantsand held his stiffening penis. I had never dreamed that I would everhold another man's penis like this, but here I was, stroking it andbeing thrilled by its reaction to me."I could blow you?" I said. I could hardly believe the words werecoming out of my mouth."No," he said. I want to look at your pretty.