Never before or since have had i seen another female body like santhi bhabi’s — not in the flesh? From her short dark brown hair with its steady b...own, pouting full lips, pointed nose and sensuous overbite, perfectly manicured hands, to her pretty long nail polished feet; santhi bhabi was the well-stacked, broad, curvaceous stuff of little boys’ fantasies. Hell, grown men’s fantasies, too. Five-seven and a hundred-forty five pounds packed full, round and tight, with softness about her, like a. She weighed about a hundred and ten pounds, had long brown hair, and brown eyes. She excels at cheerleading, gymnastics, and running.At the campsite I took Rachael into my tent because it was larger than her tent and besides I had my first aid kit in there.I asked her to get undressed so that I could check out her wounds. She got out of her outer protective clothing until all that she had on was her jogging bra and a thick pair of cheerleading panties.She had bruises on her right leg, right. I took it in hand and licked off the droplet, then blew a puff of warm air on it.His hand touched my head. I had sucked enough cocks in my life to know when a boy wants to make sure that my mouth doesn't get away. Sometimes the hand is tight because he wants more than to be sucked, he wants to actually fuck my face. But from Bobby I could tell that the hand was for a caress. You might say that he was petting me as one would pet a dog or cat, but I felt no insult, just the soft touch of one who. He has no idea what I do. I don’t think he gives a damn,’ Heidi said lightly. ‘I’m his ‘trophy’. The proof of his ongoing manhood. O’course, he probably would be a bit uptight if he found out, but what’s he going to do about it? Go public with the news that his trophy wife, who’s supposed to prove what a big dick he’s got, is a closet lesbian? And even if he did, what’s the result? A divorce that, believe me, would reduced his coffers and increase mine in no uncertain terms. No Sir! Cecil has.