Please share feedback from or the story and share your interests if u wanna have sex with me. Mu mail id is Now coming to the story.This is story of m... and a lady who stays opp to my house in mumbai. Her name is rachna and she is bombshell item. Main usko hamesha dekhta hu to mera lund khada hi jota hai. Wo thodi bhari hui maal hai. Jab bhi main use lift main dekhta to b use touch karne ka mauka dekhta rehta tha. Aur intentionally touch karta tha. Ekbaar ki baat jab hum lift ka wait kar rahe. My job was to find sponsors for the released concubines or to get them alive to the colony CS pool. This would turn out to be harder than I would have ever expected, since the mental state of these concubines was often very depressed and suicidal.The CS pod could handle twenty-four adults. An interesting feature of the pod is that it had a medical tube in it. It had been determined that often sponsors beat their concubines before sending them to the concubine pool. For the concubine in the pool. The company had gone out of business years ago. It was produced locally, and Kenny’s father had driven a truck for them. Truck driving was a family tradition. Kenny always drank a Swallow’s. I remember him holding up a bottle once and asking me, “Do you Swallow?” Tiny shivers quaked through me. The wood was worn, but the slats remained intact. Obviously, the barn had stood there for years. How could I have missed it before? I heard Kenny’s words, “Think Fannie.” But I couldn’t think, I was too. I had made myself so wet and creamy and my clit was becoming harder as I playfully stroked across it. On removing my finger for a couple of seconds, I moved it towards my mouth to taste myself and licked my finger before moving it back to my warm, wet pussy. It turned me on more not feeling any hair over my most intimate part since I had recently had it all waxed off. It felt so smooth and soft and fingering myself had felt more intense. Moving my finger further in, I moaned with pleasure as I.