Aahhhhh..Kyaa mastt khusboo aa rhi thi….Fir apne hathon se uski choot ko failayaaa…Kya masttt choot thi uski…Gulabi ek dum….Choot ko failakar ...ain apna muh uske paas legaya…Or uski choot ko aise chumne lga jaise uske hont hon wo…Mmmmmmhhhmmmmm….Avantikaa-“Bhaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…Aaaaaaaaaahhh…Uuuuuuuffffffffffff….Yee kyaaa kr rhe ho…..Jannaatt mei hu mei to….Mmmmmhhh…”Wo apna hath se mere sar ko apni choot mei dabane lgi…Fir maine apni jeebh uski choot mei daal di or andar tak chatne. . I mean Lady Esther needs a dressing gown, Lady Anne,” Dorcas said.“Yes she does. Esther, I wore pastels for the rest of the Season after I was wed. That stretched the rules enough, and I was a Tarleton. These clothes, even if they looked new, are not what a countess wears. They scream ‘school girl,’ and you are a matron. Young woman, what is your name?”“Dorcas, milady.”“And before you were Lady Esther’s maid, you were?”“Chambermaid for a solicitor’s family, milady.”“No criticism intended, but. “Oh my god, NO!” she exclaimed, recoiling from his touch. “I want you both to get out of here – right now! Get out– I’m going to call the police!” She was conscious of the fact that John had come over right behind her. She could hear his heavy breathing and even smell his cum. “Don’t worry, Emily, we won’t hurt you and we have no intention of forcing you to do anything”, Bill reassured her. “We would never do anything unless you asked us to. But I have to tell you that we have quite a few. No way I'd get even his baggy pants off over those, so I went for the dangling laces, jerking his foot out from under him so he had to rest a hand on my head to keep his balance.I'd have to shampoo later.No socks. He couldn't go barefoot. Just the crud between two toes probably carried the athletes foot of a full army.God! The things I do for people, I thought as I unbuckled his belt, having dealt with the second boot, ignoring the toe cheese revealed. I have to admit, there was a bit of a.