I walked out near express way tried booking OLA & UBER but those bastards weren't functioning. I was wearing yellow short dress length above knees and...off the shoulder dress. I am always waxed and smooth. So as I came near highway there were no bloody rickshawalas. I was so pissed on myself for the decision I made. Whilst waking near a station which was half a kilometer away I saw a rickshaw approaching. It was so fucking heavy showers my ankles were drowning. The rickshaw guy came near to me. Mita na raja, kisne rokka hai.Andar ki chudayi ko dekhkar aur unki awazein sun kar Rani (jo ke Neena ke yaahan kaam karti hai) ki halat kharab ho rahi hai. Woh chowkidari kar rahi hai. Uski choot puri geeli ho chukki hai. Aur woh salwar ka nala dheela karke, usme hath dalke apni panty ke upper se hi apni choot ko ragdne lag jati hai.10-12 minute lagatar chodne ke bad, Nandu paseene se beegh jata hai.Nandu: Main jhadne wala hun..oohh.Neena: Andar hi chhod de.aahhh.Nandu: Pagal hai kaya.Nandu. For the next fifteen minutes I finger fucked my daughters to a couple of orgasms while my wife milked my cock dry. We took another ‘family shower’ and got dressed again. We hardly had time to eat our sandwiches before the other girls returned. Four of them placed their overnight bags on the kitchen floor and went back outside. I was reminded of the sleepover.The next three hours went by quickly as I saw nothing but panties on that trampoline. I saw cotton and nylon, I saw little girl panties. ‘Yes, I’m sorry love, - I completely forgot I left it there – when you said we had to immediately go shopping I just dropped it all and ran inside to quickly change. Look – I’m sorry we don’t see eye to eye about this cross-dressing thing – it’s not that I’m gay or anything – it really is a very much more common phenomenon than you seem to realise’. I am conscious of the pitiful whining sound of my own voice. Mandy takes three paces towards me, pokes her finger savagely into my solar plexus and.