She started to moan as I moved my hand up her leg towards her pussy. I gently rubbed her pussy through her cheap cotton panties and lifted the dress u... over her arse. I needed two hands to pull it back so I reluctantly let go of her tits and pulled the dress up over her back."Feel my pussy" the rather vocal Gina said "Fuck my pussy"She was rather aroused to say the least and would seem to be fairly loud and wild when in full flight. I slipped my finger under the elastic of her panties and. .mere beheno ko pucha tao unhane kuch nehi kaha aur papane bola daro mat main jo puchraha hoon uska answer do tao wo log sirf mundi hilya aur mujhse pucha ki kya main chod sakta hoon apne beheno ko tao main bhi haan main jabab diya ……….pher kya tha papa bahat khus ho gaye aur bole thik hai …..aaj dekhta hoon tum kese chodte ho apne behno ko par yeh baat sirf ghar main reheni chaiye bahar nehi jana chaiyetao hum log sirf haan main jabab diyapher papane sabko haal main bulaya aur khud ek chair. " I appreciate that, Gramma," I said. "Really. But that's not why. Gramma, see this guy?" I grabbed Lane's hand, tugging him closer to me. "Gramma, I LOVE this guy. Not that silly schoolgirl crap where I write his name all over and I write Mrs. Lane Chesley all over. Gramma, he's smart and he's funny. Gramma, he treats me like an adult human being. Like I'm important. I love 'im." Slow down, baby," Gramma said. "You're starting to repeat yourself." He makes me run out of words, Gramma."Gramma. Simultaneously John’s left hand rolled her right nipple harder than ever before squeezing it flat. “Arggh…..” Philippa’s body shook violently with massive sexual spasms. John had a hard time holding on and keeping his mouth latched to his wife’s slick and slippery wet pussy as her body bucked beneath him. The orgasm was huge and seemed to go on forever. Philippa’s brain spun and the area between her legs became so sensitive that she tried to push John’s head away. Her loins were on fire and she.