36-30-34 gora rang gulabi lips thi bahut hi achhi hum log hamesha ek dusre ko mobile per sms bhejte the ek din mene useThoda nude msg bhej diya wo gus...a ho gayi or mujhe msg kiya “mujhe is tarah ke msg pasand nahi hai so please don’t send this kind of msg to me” mene use sorry kaha fir kuchh dino tak achhe msg bheje ek din raat me uska msg aaya mujhse puchha ki agar kuchh non-veg msg hai to main use bheju mene kaha hai ki hai or main bhejne laga 2 din baad mujhe uska call aaya or mujhse puchha. It was a Sunday noon. I was already high on alcohol. I use to always fantasize fucking her. May be the alcohol in my blood gave me the courage to fulfill my desire. Sonali as her name was came to do vessels as her mother was unwell. After completing vessels she stepped in to my drawing room to sweep. I was sitting there waiting for the glorious opportunity. As soon as she entered the room with the broom in her hand, I bolted the door from inside. She noticed it and panicked initially. She. I pick up my phone 'hello' i say'hello do you always perv over your neighbours ? how many times have you sat in your room wanking off watching my husband and i fuck ?''uh no sorry really this is the 1st time i'm so sorry i didn't mean to watch i just glanced out the window and saw you ''oh and did your trousers fall down and your cock jump into your hand ?''uh no look i'm sorry i'll just go let you get on with it''not so fast young man while your eyes were glued to my tits i managed to get a. His shirt came next, revealing an absolutely smooth, hairless chest."How old are you?" I asked him, still taking pictures as he removed each item of clothing."Um, 19," he said. "Sir."I grinned inwardly to myself. He was adopting the submissive role well, whether he knew it or not. I watched, almost drooling, as he kicked his shoes off. He started working on the snaps and zipper of his trousers. He paused with his pants undone, holding them up around his waist."Go ahead," I told him.He closed.