Aur meri aur uski dosti bahut acchi h hum dono log bachpan se hi acche dosti ki tarah rahe mere chacha ka ladka jab bhi mere ghar aata h wo mere liye ...izza jarur lekar aata h main call center me job karti hu aur hum log delhi me rahte h papa ne delhi me alag ghar bana liya aur hum sab alag rahte h lekin sabhi log hamare ghar aate h aur mere chacha ka ladka mere hamesha aata aur jab bhi ata h mere liye kuch na kuch na kuch jarur lekar aata h mera chacha ka ladka thoda beer pita h isliye main. She tossed me a shiny pink nightshirt.“You always fuck me really hard when I sleep in this,” she said. “You must like it.”Bella found another pair of pink nylon panties and tossed them over to me. “I’ll go open some wine,” she said.It was our habit to have a couple of glasses after sex, usually followed by another fuck or two. It gave me a little time to recover.But it didn’t take long that day. As soon as I slipped into the satin nightshirt and panties I felt my cock stirring. I went to. She was about 20 years older then me, so a mature 42-year woman. She was quite chubby with a pair of big tits, I guess minimum D-size. She had curly blond hair and grey eyes and always in a happy mood. Her name was Diny.I regular went over there to play cards with my friend and sometimes his younger brother and mum would play cards with us. On one of these playing card evenings I was sitting oppsitie Diny at the table. Suddenly I felt something touching my foot, looked opposite the table atDiny. Kerry kissed her, Dearglil let her.“Why did you flash him?” Dearglil knew why, but she had found through experience, that when her toys voiced their feelings, their inner desires, it seemed to reinforce those feelings within, as though the verbal admission was a further shackle that bound them.“Because you told me to.”“You didn’t have to; you could have just ignored me, or walked away.”“I know l ... I wanted to please you” Dearglil smiled inwardly as she kissed Kerry lightly, casually snaking a.