Me bas bhabi ki boobs dekh rahatha 36 size hoga.mera to bas hos hi ud geaya tha tavi achanaki bhabine bola kay hua.mene puri himat ke sath pucha bhabi...apne breast me honey kun lagaya.to unhone bina hich khichate hue kahaki jo bachhe thik se maa ke doodh nehi pite he unko esehi pilana padta he.tab me thoda or uper jake breast ko dhyan se dekhne laga tab bhabi ne mere land ko pant me tent banate hue dekhlia.bhabi bole ki tum munne ki tara doodh pina chahate ho mene jhatse han kehedia.to bhabine. As we neared the exit and were funneled together, I was separated from her by 2 students. An insane idea lept into my brain and before I had time to squelch it, I acted. Snaking my hand through the crowd I reached for her left hand. Once I knew I had the right hand, I turned my head and looked in another direction as I kept her in my peripheral vision. She didn't know what was happening until it had already happened. Mrs. Wallace was a tall, slender woman. Her rings hung loose on her long. If anybody passes through in front of their house they will clearly get know that someone is enjoying in their max, after about one hour rathode left getsup from his bother and sleeps beside her vijaya is looking like a slut women who is been enjoyed her sex , her bangles were broken her hairs were meshed up her sindor is vanished by half which resembles women who had sex with her husband in her first night.No one can say that this two persons in the room are mother and son ,they even says that. Logical explanations began to come to me. Any number of nurses or doctors at the hospital could have told him my name and where I worked. The guys here at the station could have told him about me staying with KatieOr if he found the crew that worked the life flight, they could have told him the same thing. Then, a very logical (and probable) explanation came to mind. I said, I think maybe you overheard people at the hospital talking about what happened. He shook his head and I continued, You.