Am meri jag khuli maine deka monu muj sa pajel hi jag chuka th maine kaha ki muj ko bi uda deta . to monu na kaha ki maine socha tum thaki hui hu yaha...kya koi kam karna hai aram sa jago pir thori na kaha ki jaldi tayer ho jao hum na gumne jana hai maina kaha ki kaha to us na kaha ki yaha sa thori door rohatang hai waha bohat barf hai wha chalta hai or thori masti kare ge mai jat sa tayer hone lagi maina red colour ka top or denim pahen li mai to gajb ki sexy lag rahi the hum na breakfast kiya. Franca was wearing a black cotton party dress that was very high in front but showed off her back, where I could see the top of a line of Chinese characters that followed her spine downward into her dress. She had beautiful bare legs and very high heels, and her medium-sized breasts jiggled against the fabric, with the nipples clearly discernible. She asked me what I was doing in Italy. We talked. She had been a student but now worked in an office. She touched my arm often as we talked. Franca. I lost count of the times that my mouth, ass and pussy were filled with cock or how many times I felt a guy blow his hot cum over my body. I also had completely lost count of my own climaxes by the time that the last guys finished with me. Except for under the blindfold there was not a square inch of my body that had not been covered in cum during the night. I was on the floor exhausted from the experience when Ron came to my side and asked how I was doing. I asked if I could remove the. Wo ek divorcee tha. Meri birthday k din usne mujhse bahar jaane ke liye pucha. Mera koi khas plan nahi tha to maine bhi haan kar diya. Usne kaha ki usne mere liye kuch special plan kiya hai. Main khush ho gai. Office ke baad hum dono uski car me nikal pade. Maine usse pucha ki hum kaha jaa rhe hai to usne kuch bataya nahi. Phir hum ek flat par pahuche. Maine pucha ye kiska hai. To usne kaha ye mera hi flat hai. Waha pe usne sab sajaya tha and dinner bahar se mangwaya tha. Hum dono ne khub saari.