I moved my hands into her hair, and slid my fingers through the soft auburn waves. She allowed me to do it, and I nuzzled my head against the top of h...r head, taking in the soft scent of heather that she wore.Her fingers raked across my legs, drawing a slight hiss of pain from me, which was immediately soothed by her palms as she stroked them up and down over the marks. Her skin pressed into my lower legs, barely avoiding my cock. She had slid up her shirt, and I could feel her wetness as her. Fir osne top nikalte hi apni simij neeche kar li. Halaki simij itni badi thi k oske boobs aadhe se jada oper se dikh rahe the or halke halke nipple b dikh rahe the.Ab maine osse jeans ootarne ko kaha, vo boli,“Bhaiya itna hi theek hai na”Mai bola” jaldi jaldi jeans ootar shilpa, time nahi hai apne pas”Osne try kiya but osse car me baithe baithe jeans ootarte nahi ban raha tha to vo boli k“nahi ban raha hai bhaiya, jeans tight hai, please man jao na”Maine kaha“Theek hai, mama ji ko photo. Bhejna. Well, like any man, that was enough invitationfor me and I quickly slipped beneath the quilt with her, pressed up againsther on the fur. I reached out and ran my hand lightly up her thigh, and shejust moaned softly and pulled down her top, exposing those magnificent titsagain, the little nipples rock hard. My fingers traced over her close trimmedsex and she readily spread her legs out, parting her lips slightly. I couldfeel the heat on my fingers and I slipped them between the puffy lips.. Simple, really. The reason why he wanted it was not lost on me, though. It added to my anger. Packing wouldn’t have taken nearly as long if not interrupted several times by dry heaves. I saw his eyes as I squeezed my own closed. Not the eyes I cherished—the ones that studied me with a mixture of amazement and adoration—but the placating, angst-filled eyes. The pleading eyes. I never wanted to see those eyes again. I heard his voice as I ran the tap water to wash my face. Not the voice I.