Subha jab maine uta to karib 9.15 ho rahe the sasu ji chai lekar ayi un ke boobs 25 ssal ki ladki ki hoti hai. vo mush kura kar boli ye lo chai raat k... bitiya ko ulti ho gayi maine samj gaya ki us ne sab ko ye baat btadi hai. mujhe sram bhi aarahi thi aur sex bhi chad raha tha merea laannddddd pajame ke bahar ane ko betab tha sasuma ko bhi nazar agya ki mera laand kahda hai ye dek kar vo mere paas beht gayi aur anjan ban kar mujhse kha ki beta o bachi hai use samahne maine samaya lagega mani. The women were gorgeous – long, slender legs, full breasts, slinky dresses which looked deliciously flimsy. The lights were low and there was a lot of low murmurs as everybody complimented each others couples and groped the women frequently. The stunning women leaned into the petting and stroking, some of them even drawing their offender into a slow, open-mouthed kiss. As people settled, waiters began to travel the aisles and pass out champagne. The seats were specifically spaced farther apart. Yolanda was the wife of the drummer; she was quite a tasty lady herself, tall, slim, Goth, and extremely filthy when it came to sex. She'd been around for quite a while and was roughly the same age as me, late thirties, early forties, and was still a very striking and physically well maintained woman. Yolanda was dressed in her usual attire of a flowing black dress, deathly white face and heavy, overemphasised make up. Her hair was perfectly straight and perfectly black almost blue, the. Rhonda smiled and nodded. Two minutes later they met in the parking garage next to the bar. Rhonda was flushed and beautiful. Laura had a flash of understanding. She knew how Yvette, or Sholandra, could sleep with this woman. Her physical beauty was the kind that caught you by the throat."Let's go to my place," Rhonda said. "It's closer."Laura smiled. She wants to fuck, quickly. I must be looking pretty good too.In Rhonda's apartment, she poured both of them a drink. Laura knew they both wanted.