. I smile at the curve of ur hips.. u call me to follow u as u walk up the stairs... heels still on the view is impecable. We reach your bed as u craw... on To it.. I tell u to lay back as I kneel b4 u... kissing ur right thigh my hands reach to ur panty waist... working them down as I kiss further up ur thigh..u pull ur leg thru and grab my head pushing me to stop teasing u... but thats my game kisses from thigh to thigh pausing above ur beautiful pussy to tease with hot breath.... I take the. Or kab meri aankh lag gayi muze pata hi nahi chala. Jab meri aankh khuli to subah ho chuki thi or mai or didi waise hi pade rahe the, didi ko jagta hua dekh kar to mera hosh hi udd gya, main bahoot sharminda tha, mai uske najro me najar tak nahi mila paya lekin usne jo kaha usse sunte hi meri jan me jan aayi. Usne kaha ki is umra mai aksar aisa hota hai.Tum chinta mat karo mai kisi ko nahi bataungi. Or thodi der tak hum aise hi bed par pade rahe, dhire se maine ussey baho me jakkad liya usne. As the bus started from comilla, I didn’t dare to sleep anymore. I couldn’t take the risk of ruining my saree if he touches me again. We continued the chit chat as I pretended to know nothing. He seem to be relieved that, I didn’t notice anything. Our normal conversation resumed and he started to tell me jokes and about his dorm life.When we reached Chittagong, It was early morning. he asked for my phone number. I couldn’t say no. Even though, it might cause a little problem for me. So I told. Bob looked on in fascination, masturbating himself while his friend Jim fucked his wife missionary-style in the grass. They made loud noises of lust but Bob was too engrossed in pleasuring himself to notice when Mr. Smith pushed through the low hedge that separateed the two properties and walked over to join them.“What the living hell is going on here?” blurted the elderly Mr. Smith in bewilderment, wearing his signature plaid shorts and faded US Army t-shirt.“Oh, hi, Mr. Smith,” said Susie.