Eay khaty huway us nay maray hoto per apany hot rakay or kiss start kar di hum nay taqreban 15 min assay he eak dosray ki zaban ko chostay rhay pher m...y nay honey nikal kar us kay mummay per lagaya or chosnay laga pher may nay us ki choot per honey dala or chatnay laga 30 min theq hum nay forplay kia pher may nay Us ko dogi steyl may kia or us ki gaand may honey dal kar chatnay laga mara lund full khara ho gaia tha us ki gand dhek kar mara dil cha kay us ki gand may dalo may nay apna lund us ki. Her honey colored hair was bee's nested on the top and flowed to her tiny waist, her neck was willowy and graceful and held the most angelic face I'd ever laid eyes on. The twin B-bombs that adorned her chest had highly favorable contours.She wore a checkered shirt, the sleeves cut free, unbuttoned so she half spilled out and knotted just below her wondrous ta ta's and a pair of minuscule daisy dukes frayed and worn to thread bare in the most delectable locations and the outline of her fetching. I felt naughty. One night, feeling extra confident....and with a little Dutch courage, i decided to take up one of many invitations to meet a man locally. We had been chatting for a while and he had told me how much my pictures turned him on. I felt hot. I decided to meet in a public place. He suggested a small country pub close to him. At first i was sceptical. What would people think??He assured me that it would be fine, its usually quiet on the week nights. I decided to go quite. Instead I let my fingers run down her face to her breasts and then her stomach and finally her pussy. I slid the material to the side and felt her wetness with my palm. She let out a moan as I inserted first one and then another finger into her dripping pussy. ‘Yes! That feels so good,’ she uttered as she started to move up and down on my now drenched hand. She started to buck uncontrollably and grab at her swaying breasts. Her nipples were like buds between her fingers. She pinched them and.