Ab mere dimag me chal reha tha ke ab ise nangi kaise karu.. .Maine kha bhavna ab to tu kafi had tak shar ke ho gai hai bas kuch chij baki rah gai hai....o boli ab kya baki reha gaya hai bhaiya.Maine kha yaha ladka ho ya ladki wo apne ghar walo ke samne hi kapde badal lete hai unke samne hi nange nahate hai ..Bhavna ne kha unhe sharam nahi ate hai to maine kha ki are pagle ye shar hai gwao nahi kisi ke samne aise bol bhi mat dena warna sab tuje gwao ke khane lage ge..Wo boli main kaise karu ge ye. The country lived, and lived well, on oil exports, almost all of which were "heavy crude" which apparently was dug out of the ground rather than being pumped as a liquid. There was a population of three million in the country of whom about one million were described as Kobekistani citizens, one million as women, and the remaining million as eunuchs and indentured servants. This seemed an odd way of dividing the population, and after some thought she decided, correctly, that the citizens were. It was a veritable treasure trove with all different colours. My favourites were the navy blue but she'd also got some in green with a small dot/bobble pattern, red and a pair of black tights with an embossed pattern on the ankle containing a replica pearl. There were many times when I'd nab a pair of her pantyhose and take them home for jacking off into whilst thinking of her.If she'd been wearing a pair of navy pantyhose I'd nip into the bathroom instead of her bedroom and fish them out of. The older guy knew exactly what he was doing and sat back but out of reach as not to frighten off the young man and gently stroked his hand up and down his shaft cupping his balls teasing his foreskin up and over his cockhead then back down to exposed a bright purple pulsing head, it was a magnificent sight,.I started licking my lips and my own cock was stretching my boxers so i released it and started to stroke in time with the older guys strokes as if it was me pulling that beautiful specimen.