Acting like Niki. What the fuck was going on? Was she really changing that much? She shook her head slightly, more than a little bemused and looked up...at her brother who was staring at her.“Wha?” she asked, wondering if she’d spilled food or something.“Is that how you eat lunch? Hmm? I know you already had your dessert but that’s no reason to forget the rules, is it?”“Oh ... no, um sir” she said, blushing both from his suggestion as well as her outspoken use of the word sir. Glancing at the. To wo boli main karwaungi.tum bas maze lo.fir bhabi apni panty utar di aur apni chhut ko mere muh k samne lake boli chat meri chut ko.keya mast chut thi bhabi ki.ekdam bread jeysi fuli hui bilkul shaved.ek v baal nehi tha.pink colour ki.main chut par jiv lagaya aur chatne laga.uski chut se pehle se hi pani nikal raha tha.maine wo chata aur chut ki hoto ko chusne laga.bhabi jor jor se chillane lagi aaaaaahhhhnnnn aaaaahhhhhnnn chaat amiiittt jor se chatt aaaahhhnnnn ooohhhhhhh mera chut kabse. Later, back in my room, Tzarma removed my skirt and undressed himself. I was no longer afraid of his prick but I did worry that he might get carried away and fuck me hard and disturb the fragile healing of my stripes. "You're learning fast Ellie, ' he commented when I rubbed his semi-hard prick to a full erection."Please take it easy Sir. Try not to hit my arse too hard." I needn't have worried. He laid me bent over the side of the bed, spread my legs and carefully entered. Each of his thrusts. ” She shook me off and heading upstairs, shouted back, “and you can sleep in the spare room tonight!”This had not gone well, to say the least. I made up the bed in the spare room, and to my shame, for the first time in twenty years, masturbated while fantasizing about my wife. Somehow, her rejection of me made her seem even more desirable.We met in the kitchen on the following morning. Once again, Caroline was wearing expensive new clothes. A tight-fitting navy suit, with matching kitten heels.