Din main bhi kabhi kabhi use pakad liya karta tha , wo bas sharma jaati , bechari purani khayalo wali .ek din mere sabr ka baandh toot gaya . Raat mai... sote hue main use chipk ke kuch kuch dabane lag jaata , wo sarak sarak ke diwar se jaa adi , wo patticoat pehne so rahi thi . Diwar se wo sat gayi apna muh mere se doosri taraf karke aur main bhi jaake chipak gaya , maine fatafat uska petti coat uppar kheench liya , petticoat uppar aate hi wo boli “ranjan chod mujhe” ye sunte hi maine uska muh. On the front was a clip down pouch in which he had crammed a dozen Durex envelopes and a small plastic bottle of lube. On the inside to the front a larger, lined, draw string pouch for putting, as Jim put it, the rubbish. And at the back, a small zipped pocket for any money or the apartment key. I elected to wear the pretty item at my hip.Jim knew his way around and took me for a quick tour so I had my bearings. On the way back to the bar he suggested that, should we get separated, which was. He was stunned at what he saw. For a while he forgot to touch one. All he could utter was, ‘Oh my God, oh my God.’ Fulava had young breasts of a teenager, small, round and firm. Sitting high on her chest each was crowned by a well-demarcated pink areola of two inches diameter with a small dainty nipple in the center. Both, the nipples and areolas were puffed up due to excitement. The skin over the rest of the breast was velvet smooth and transparent. Ordinarily soft and pliable, her boobs were. There was no holding back this time, his fingers fucking your pussy & arse, rubbing her spots, she could feel herself building & tightening, losing control to him, flooding him, then it hit, ripped though her, started in her pussy & arse spread to her whole body, shaking the waves hitting her, maybe she passed out, she can’t remember, next thing she realised was his body over hers, mouth close to her ear “ fuck you cumming is the most amazing thing I have seen, his cock was gently pushing.