Wo grm ho rhi thi m piche s uske suit k upr s uske bobe dba rha tha niche mere lower m khada lund uski gand ke beech m fansa tha.A- y krna chahogi.P- ...hi bahut ganda h.. Pta nhi kya hoga .. Kuch galat hua to m pregnant ho gyi to.A- kuch nhi hoga m hun na tum bs mujh pr vishwas kro. I love u jaan. .Fir m uska kurta uthane lga wo mna krti rhi pr apni gand utha kr kurta utarne diya.. Usne sameej phni thi.Ander bra nhi thi.Uski dhadkan bahut tez chal rhi thi.. Exitement s uska bdan kaanp rha tha... I got down on all fours, propped up by a pillow, and spread my ass cheeks as wide apart as possible. Then Brad plunged one of his Vaseline coated fingers into my asshole, which was pleading to be plundered. When he put his second finger in, I could feel my sphincter begin to relax, lubricated by the jelly and my own juices. When his third finger plunged into the inner sanctum of my rectum, my clit actually started to tremble. Easing his fourth digit in, Brad began swirling his fingers deeper. “Ready?”I asked looking at her. “Just put it in already” came the reply. So I gave it a thrust and it went half in. “Ouch! Slowly”. So I started moving slowly, and soon my cock was sliding in and out of her pussy easily. Then I let her legs go and got into missionary, and started moving fast. I told her to lick her nipples (her boobs were big enough that she could lick her own nipples), and we both licked her nipples together, while I was fucking her pussy. The room was filled with the sounds. I opened the door. She gave a wide smile and said that “Can I dry the clothes again”. I said “Sure” and made way for her. She quickly dried the clothes and came down. I said to her, “I want to talk to you”. She said, “Yes, tell me”. I told her that it won’t look appropriate if we talk here. We should go inside my home and then talk. She readily agreed and went inside. I followed her closely. Inside she sat on the sofa. She was again wet at some places due to the process of drying clothes. I.