This is true as best I can remember. The beginning of my love for nylon stockings and pantyhose. I remember when I was a young, While siting at my mot...ers feet watching tv I was playing with her feet, they felt so smooth and silky. It was a warm summer morning mom was reading I was in my under shorts she must have liked what I was doing to her feet and never asked me to stop. I was really starting to feel something strange in my body, like a tingling in my groin. Then the phone rang and she. Sambho ne kab mere saree utha ke mere jagho ko sala raha tha muje pata bhe na chala mer mush he oh oh oh sambhu plz aisa mat karo mere pati hi yaha .mere sabar ka band toot raha tha mai mai mai sambhu ki kare lund ko chuna cha rahi tha oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhyaaaaaaaaaaaa oahhhhhiiiiiiiiiiii sambhu ka hat dere dere mere jagho ke saree ko sarkate huye uski ungliya mere bhigi panty ko chu rahi thi oh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiilyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaho oh sambhu thaora aaur upa mere chut ko chuwo mai ye bat. ” She kissed him hard and wrappeda leg over his hip. The heat from her covered pussyforged his dick to steel. It was painful and the onlyrelief was to cum. Jacking off wouldn’t do, it demandedto cum inside her.“We’re going to regret this later,” he stated beforereturning her kiss. Her lips parted and they playedtongue tag. She sucked his, mimicking a blow job and heground his pelvis against hers. He picked her up in hisarms and took her to his bed. They undressed. .main raghav hu dilli ka rehne wala humeri phle ki kahanion ko padne k bad bht doston ne muje mail kiaye jankar k bht logon ko ye kahanian achi lagimain khush huto ab meri 1 or kahani apke lie hazir ha2 sal phle ki bat hauska nam sonia hawo mere ghr rhne ayi thimere ghr k pas koi xam dene ayi thiwo hodi door ki cousin thior ye phli bar hi hum mile theisse phle kabi nai mile thewo mere room me mere sath soti thicz hmare ghr me zada room nai theor tb hmare ghr me ac nai thato rat ko hum coolr k.