Looking down I couldn't help but notice the deep cleavage of her breasts barely covered by her half open blouse. Between the halves I saw the lacey cu...s of her bra."Actually I like hearing you call me Tit. I might add you are so much prettier in person." Flattery will likely get you most anything you want," she laughed. "I'm sorry about the bra but if I don't wear one the front of my blouse will be soaked. I really hate wearing the damned thing."She went over and sat beside her husband while I. Usne der na lagate hue aisa hi kiya mne uske bobe pakde or unko masalne lga or uske gal p chate marne lga bola or jor se rand or jor se …..Dam nhai h kya fir thodi der ki chudai ke bad mera chutne wala tha to mne apna lund uski chut me se nikala or usme moo m dal diya or sala cum uske moo m chod diya usne uski ek bund bhi waste nhai kia or sara pii gayi…fir mne use kha ki ab tayiyar hoke niche chal nhai to koi aa jayega….To nikita wha se fatafat bhag gayi or mene bhi meri randi bhabhi ko ek bar. I found out that she was picking the guys up at of all places the Sainsbury supermarket coffee shop, apparently all she did was sit close to a good looking guy engage him in conversation, tell him about her cheating worthless waste of a husband she had and then it was back to ours, knickers off and legs spread and his arse going like a fiddlers elbow, I know this as she took great pleasure in telling me after her second guy had came and went that’s how she was going about it, the second guy had. It was a similar smell, but it was stronger and muskier than her own. She felt Yvonne’s hands grab her hair and was pulled closer to Yvonne’s outer lips. They were glistening with dampness and begging for her tongue. Sarah tentatively licked Yvonne’s puffy outer lips. “Oh yes, that’s it!” cried Yvonne as a bolt of electricity shot through her body. “More.” Yvonne now pulled Sarah’s face against her pussy. “Lick, my slave,” she urged. Sarah started to lick with abandon. Yvonne’s juices.