Sare ladke mujhse dosti karna chahte h.Ab jyada der na karte hue m apni kahani pe aati hu.Par is kahani ka mja lene ke liye please meri kahani purana ...ashiq ki pyas bujhai ko dobara pade taki iska kahani ka pura mja mil sake.Chaliye ab kahani shuru karti hu.Ik bar fir apna intro de du m param 39 years old married.Mera figure 38-34-40 h.M job k silsile me ghar se door akeli rahti hu.Muje dher sare mail mile jinme se kai dost aise the jo muje sidha chodne pe utaru the kai logon ne muje apni lund. Kabhi chusta. Use kai love bites diye. Phir mai ushke pet ko chatne laga. Thora ice lekr use apne muh me dabakr ushke nabhi me ghumane laga.Wo bechain ho rhi thi. Mai waise hi wo ise lekr ushke phuddi pr ice cube ghumane laga. Ushke phuddi ke phako ko hta kr ushmme bhi ice cube se touch kr rha tha. Phir mai use phichhe ghumaya aur phir ice cube ushki pith pr ghumaya. Ushki chutr ki darao me bhi ice cube lagya.Phir mine apne hotho me ice cube liya aur ushke muh me diya ur hum dono use chusne. She waved her hand, brushing the crotch of the standing guy in front of her. Anita apologized with him; but the guy smiled and looked at me.She moved her arm again and her hand rubbed on his crotch, but she did not attempt to straighten up. At the same time, her backside rose up, the skirt parted exposing her butt and her bare shaven cunt rubbed against the young man's side.Anita looked over her shoulder at the young man, smiling; she pushed herself against him more, wiggling her ass as she. And he created a big fortune of it. In later days, during the dictatorship, he took again this role. He was a tyrant masked as a holy man. He pinpointed the brother of my uncle as a communist and he was tortured by the authorities, exiled and died in exile from untreated wounds. I still remembered the story that my uncle said to me one night that he was really drunk. I was asking him about his brother. He finally told me but kept going. He said that the “priest” tortured a lot of people in the.