.Par mujhe ye nai pata chala is wo bhi mujhe Paani me parchayi me dekh rahi thi…Kuch der Baad wo andar Chali gayi or mere Mann me usse chodne ka vic...aar Baar Baar aa raha tha…Wo apne pati or SaaS sasur ke saath rahti thi or uski ek choti ladki bhi thi…Uske pati Mota ho Gaya tha kaphi or mujhe lagta tha ki wo use chod ta bhi nai hoga…Ek din jub uske ghar me koi nai tha to usne meri help maangi apna ghar ke electric meter thik karne ke liye…Maine shorts pahne the or upar baniyan…Mai uske piche. ” she replied, though actually it had been a sort of prayer, and stroked his cheek gently. He looked at her; he wasn’t particularly striking except for his eyes. He was gaunt, from walking so much, so far, his face was almost pinched with a mouth that used to smile she thought, but now hung almost in defeat. His long black hair was lank, it looked like it needed a wash, but then they all did. His skin was dark, and tanned from the long hours outdoors. But his eyes still carried that intensity. She watching helplessly ashe rummaged through her clothes collection finding garments that she hadhoped no one would ever find. Her stupidly large heeled pumps that Harry wasnow eagerly jumping into. Her micro mini skirt, something that she had neverdared to wear in public but in which Harry was happily jiggling around. Totop it off, he pulled on her tiny crop top that did not leave much to theimagination, especially Harry's ample cleavage and supple navel.'Wow! I feel great!''Harry, you look. The one getting fucked couldn’t cope anymore and shot her huge load all over herself. One of the guys watching shot out from the side and started to lick her clean. At this point I was slowly stroking again, doing my best to not get carried away!The guy fucking her sweet ass couldn’t cope anymore and came deep in her arse. Within second the guy getting sucked by the side of me pulled his cock out of the cocksuckers mouth and came on his face. All around me was hot action, desperate to stroke.