The story of my life begins some 6 years back when I was in college, I had gone to study in the most reputed college of one of the cities of India and...as a result I had to stay in the hostel for girls. In that hostel I met a girl Fatima (obviously name changed). And we became close friends, the other girls would be so jealous of us and even try to break our friendship.Ok, now that I have given you the introduction of my friendship with Fatima. Let me continue with the things I experienced with. And how could Steve treat the woman he loves like this? He was degrading her further with every strike to her pale flesh, but with every strike Ayla could see her mother getting more and more aroused.Finally Steve climbed up on to the bed and spread his lover's legs, revealing a hot, pink, wet, shaved pussy and her mother's eyes were begging him. Ayla knew that she wasn't begging him to stop. He fucked her for ten minutes, groping her red tits and driving his cock into her with great force and. I don't know why, it's simply not good. However I didn't have the time to sit down; I was so horny while sniffing your panties.I couldn't last more then a minute and left a huge puddle in front of me.In spite of I didn't accomplish anything what you asked me, I'm sure you would melt from the pleasure of the sight. Can you imagine the desire, passion and craziness I felt at that moment?I love the smell of your pussy! It is incredibly nice! I don't know what it's like in real but on your panties. I could see his bride Mantarl in the kitchen, preparing some Craxill item I was unfamiliar with, his hands covered in a white flour-like substance. Mantarl's mate was no doubt upstairs in their flat, keeping their young cub entertained and caring for Ian's wife Siobhan, who'd just given birth to a son two weeks ago.Ian waved at me as I entered, and drew a pint of stout for me as I sat down. It was a local brew, not the Guinness I'd favored at home, but it was tasty nonetheless.I took a much.