5 inch mota tha bo boli eta mota surya maine bola ese pyar karo mgar bo bolne lagi ki mai chodegi ni es seMaine bola rani tu phale pyar to kar. Bo tya... ho gye or mera land maslne lagi or ab mai uska jeans nikal dye uska panty gila ho chukaa tha chut ke pani se maine uske chut pe haat rakh dye or bo ahahahaaaaa kar gye aaaaaahahah surya or mai uske chuchi ko msal kar laal kar dye tha ab bo machal rahi thi maine usko bola mera land apne muh me lo bo mana karne lagi boli ni mai ni luga maine bhut. The stop is worth it.They find a nice secluded grassy area under a tree. Donald brings the basket and cooler out, and they spread a blanket to have a picnic. The sandwiches Dorothy made are still rather fresh in the cooler, and the assortment of fruit just drip with flavor. The homemade baked cookies are a wonderful finish to the meal. So satisfied they lie back on the blanket content to feel the sun beaming down between the tree branches on them. Emma asks if Donald would like her to drive. "What's the rest?" I said hardly suppressing the excitement in my voice."Just tell me if they fit and what you think of your outfit," Christine said."They are gorgeous, so soft against the skin, and yet they make you conscious that you are dressed excitingly, and when they you move, they do, and it is so erotic," I said, "They fit perfectly, how did you guess my size?" Are you getting hard?" She said sharply."Yes," I flushed, and gasped huskily, casting my eyes down and feeling my face. I told Ravi that Rittu doesn’t have any bargirl dress but then Ravi told me not to worry but just bring Rittu along.In the evening we left our kids to the neighbor’s house and went to the bar where Ravi was waiting for us.There was no one in the bar, not even a single waiter and then Ravi told that those sheiks didn’t want anyone to serve them only Rittu and Rashmi would be serving and then they would fuck them both on the dance floor.Ravi then called Rashmi and introduced Rittu to her.Rashmi.