Ik din me college se gher jaldi aa gaya tha mujhy maloom nahi tha k won aha rahi hain un k room ka door open tha me lunch k poonchny un k room me gaya...to me ne bathroom se kuch awazain suni me kareeb gaya to dekha door unlock tha or thora sa open me chupky se dekhny laga bhabhi apni pussy me ik moti si candle under bahir kar rahi thi or ik hath se apny breast ko masal rahi thi or buhut zor zor ki siskiyan le rahi thi mera lund khara ho gaya tha or me apny lund ko hath me le kar sehlany laga or. By seeing her I got an instant hard-on. We greeted each other and we drove to the guest house in her car.Finally, we reached the guesthouse, outside the city which was quiet with a nice ambiance. We got into the room and we started our casual talks while having a welcome drink. I came to know that her husband was not much interested in sex. He never cared about her.Initially, we are a bit shy. But I broke the silence by hugging her tightly from behind. She didn’t expect this and was losing her. Lose weight, I’d say, as usual, as I’m a 13 and I’d love to be a model 8 again like in my university days. Unfortunately, I love to cook, and eat, and so it’s very difficult to achieve.However, this time, I’m going to do it. Lose weight, I’d say aloud, but I’ll add silently in my mind, so I can become a slut. A never-say-no slut, the kind that doesn’t give a fuck about the looks of a man, the size of his wallet, his sense of humour – none of that matters, because all she wants is the dick. And. It was all addressed to that poor excuse for a man who used to live here. Bent down like this, her white miniskirt would have given any onlooker a show, as would her tight fire red crop top.Dumping the mail on the table, she didn't even have the energy to kick off her heels before she sank into the sofa. It had been a wild ride the past few days. After she had had the complete SRS, according to the doctor, she had gone a little crazy. She didn't remember it now, but it seemed that she had.