When the music started pumping and we started dancing, I knew she could feel my dick getting hard against her.The drinks during the concert had helped...me push away some nervousness, but the drinks we had at the bar after sent all of our restrictions away. We walked the couple of blocks to the hotel I'd rented. I knew I would be drinking and it was an hour drive back home. I couldn't take my hands off of her. Now, here we are, in the elevator, kissing against the wall. Can't this thing move any. She rolls on top, straddled me, softly grinding on my instantaneously rock hard cock, rocking back and forth, moaning. I was working on her shirt, which finally came up to reveal a huge lacy bra like a fucking straight jacket: I later learned those breasts were double e's or f's something, and special gear was required to hoist them into place. I pinched the plastic and nylon combination lock in the correct sequence and she spilled out of her bra with a gasp. I lifted her breasts, one in each. Me ji bhabhi … bhabhi boli ki aj isko itna khush kardo ki kabhi apne pati ki jarurat hi na pade or vo meri taraf dekh ke hasne lagi.. Fir bhabhi muje uske sath bithakar apna kam karne dusre room me chali gayi….Me : kavita…aapne itni jaldi muje ha bol diya muje to yakin nahi ho raha .. Tumhare jesi hot or sexy bhabhiyo ko patane me to kitna time nikal jata he …Kavita : jabse tumhe or bhabhi ko us halat me dekha he tabse me tadap rahi thi tumhare liye… esa bolke vo sidha meri god me a gayi or. “Darin stop!” I whined, hoping he wasn’t about to punch me in the back. “Fuck you, fagot.” he practically growled. Man, he really didn’t like me. The next thing that happened totally took me by surprise. Instead of a punch to the k**ney, Darin actually took each of my asscheeks in both of his big hands and started to grope me like crazy. I mean he was really gripping and pushing my cheeks around back there. “Holy fuck, guys, you should totally feel this bitch’s ass.” Darin said in awe. He.