She remembers thinking "This cock is much thicker than any I have had, and it is quite a stretch to get it into her mouth but she did. She took as muc... of the length as she could into her mouth but when she tried more it caused her to gag so she just dealt with what she could handle. She said that she felt like she was in heaven. She had never handled a cock the size of this and she caressed it, cupped his balls, sucked his balls and stroke the whole length of it. Unfortunately they were. The sitarist smiled as she wiped Savita’s cum off her face.Savita got dressed and left in haste. She was now hell-bent on learning the sitar. So she rushed to the music shop the following week to get started. Savita walked into the shop, and a man came over to meet her. He helped her pick out a sitar.Savita: Actually, I need lessons as well.Store clerk: Oh, right this way. Follow me. Master Tanmay is the best!The clerk led Savita Bhabhi into a back room. Sounds of musical Indian classical music. Fir mene mami ki sari or petticoat upper uthaya or sidha mene apna sir unke chut pe lagake jor jor se chusnar laga mami bhi ab pure majese moan karne lagi aahahhhh umm ahhh jor seeee jjjoorrrsee orrr jorseee piiii jaaaa ajjj teriii mami ko kehane lagi. Mami khadi thi or me unki chut chus raha tha or vo mere ball me ungliya kar rahi thi. Yese hi 1 ghanta nikal gaya tha or hamare pass only 1 hour baki tha.Abb mene unko niche lita diya or apne lund ko unke muh me pel diya or unnhone majese lolipop. Both of us with that thick dark brown hair that swirled around and lay flat over our hard set eyebrows. Our jaws were a lot alike, too. People say you can't see that about someone you've got it in common with, but I could. I liked to think I had a strong jaw, like my father. But of everything, the similarities cascaded at the nose. Pardon the expression, but we shared a nose like a prostitute shares a hotel room. Without question."So, that's where I met your father..." she was saying. My father.