As he did this, he mumbled to himself as he surveyed his latex harem, his discriminating gaze casting over each motionless, waiting figure. Then he se...ected one, a redhead in a frilly French maid's outfit, grabbing and flinging it onto the bed, before pouncing unceremoniously on top of it. A moment's clumsy fumbling, and Darragh seemed to find his target.Pat drew herself away from the peephole as her employer began thrusting away. Brendan took her place, chuckling. 'That's his favourite; did. Kuchh story isme real bhi hoti aur kuchh fake, par meri story bilkul real incident par h jo mere sath kuchh salo pahle ghati.Ab mai seedha story par aata hu, us samay mai 12 class pass kiya tha aur holidays chal rhe the. Unka aur mera ghar tak aana jana rhta h, unke bachhe bhi aate jate rhte aur mai bhi aksar kisi na kisi kaam a aata jata rahta hu. Unki 2 ladkiya h, badi wali 10 saal ki aur aur chhoti wali 7 saal ki, unke husband railway m h. Ab mai unka figure aapko batata hu, jise soch kar. Looking around she could see a break in the trees off to the left of the track, some grass was stepped down over the fence barely making a path deep under the foliage. Checking no-one at all was in view, although she hadn't seen or heard anyone for almost an hour, she swung a leg over the fence. The fence was higher that it appeared due to the grass at its foot and she ended up hanging astride it. The pressure of her body pushing down on her crotch reminded her that she needed now to get lost. I grabbed her leg more firmly and slammed my hips at her without mercy. Vanessa was frantically kneading her breasts, as if she was priming them for their medicine. The view and feel was second to none and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. With my final series of thrusts I managed to give her one last, massive orgasm.Vanessa’s body went rigid as she raised her hips as high as she could, taking me in all the way and rubbed her clit to intensify and prolong her orgasmic bliss. Her.