She moved in sensual movements until getting to the inner part of my leg, always stopping just short of my dripping wet pussy. "Kathlyn..." I murmure..., and it was like begging. Giggling, she rubbed her hand over my cloth covered mound. Slowly, so slowly...teasing me. Her soft little fingers danced up to the waistband of my leggings and soon her silky hands were caressing the skin just above my honeypot. I sighed, struggling to stay calm and appear normal. My inner muscles were convulsing. I'm tired of being told that I have to "spread the wealth" to people who don't have my work ethic. I'm tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it.I'm tired of being told that Islam is a "Religion of Peace," when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family "honour"; of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian. Maine bhabhi ko phir kaha plz bhabhi batao naa plz bhabhi bota request karne ke baad boli ki bohat acchi lagti hai phir maine bhabhi se kaha ki bhabhi ek baat or bhabhi bolo kiya maine bhabhi se kaha ki bhabhi mujhe esa lagta hai ki tum bhai se santusth nahi ho pato ho bhabhi ne kaha nahi esa to kuch nahi hai or main chup hogaya dophar ke2 baje thee main apne room main aram kar raha tha or bhabhi ke barein main soch raha thaa tabhi pata nahi mujhe kiyaa hua maine bhabhi ke room ki taraf gaya to. 00pm with an hour to start, as i was getting ready my husband called me over to the window and said take a look outside, i sneaked a peak thru the curtain and there was already about 15 guys sitting in their cars or standing around looking up at the room, i turned to my hubby and said this might be a long night,?? We talked about how i would let them Fuck me, I said that i might just bend over and let all the guys fuck me in this position because i know guys love to ram pussy this way, he.