Me apko apne bare mein bata doon, me gora chita aur katile badan wala hoon, jo dekte hi kisike mann ma sama jau.ab apni kahani shuru karta hoon me 9th...ki vacation me hi bombay aa gaya tha bua ke waha, pehle to bahot mushkil hoti rehti thi gao se sehar me aake, lekin thode dino me sab kuch sikh gaya, meri bua widhva thi aur yaha k ek bank me kaam karti thi,meri bua ki umar undino 40 years k i thi aur meri 14 aur 15 k bich me, woh ekdam gori , chiti aur katile badan wali aurat hain, unka figure,. With much effort, I turned and faced away from him hoping he hadn't seen me. As I was trying to calm myself, I felt something touch my thigh. It was brief, so I figured someone was adjusting their bag. Then I felt it again. This time I knew it was definitely a hand rubbing my inner thigh. I looked around to see if anyone noticed or also felt it; it appeared no one did. I tried to turn around to confirm that it was the plaid-shirt man who did it, but the crowd was too thick to move.His hand was. I sit down with Kim and Shawn beside and my eyes are just wondering over their bodies. Kim's breat are just about to pop out of her top, her nipple pressing hard against it. Shawn's lips are fuller than ever and her beautiful legs seem to go on forever. My cock was already getting hard as I sat there."We were wondering in the time we both dated you...why haven't we fucked?" Shawn asks. My mouth just drops. Kim's and Shawn's hands begin to run over my body. Kim's hand runs right over my hard. We were in the wind shadow now of the mountains, and the tricky breezes made it hard to sail at slow speeds, so we slid slowly into the Eastern finger on momentum, and finally a little encouragement from the trolling kicker. There was a shallow little beach there, with dense scrub covering an ugly looking rocky slope that slowly transformed into a solid rock face as it continued towards the east. We stored the sail, got the deck gear squared away and dropped the stern anchor, letting it drag a.