Didi ki nipple dhire dhire sahalane laga dono nipple ek dam kale jamun jaisa kadak ho gaya .aur mera land jaise didi ki chut fad dega is tarah se didi...ki chut me andar bahar hone laga main kabhi didi ke nipple dabata to kabhi didi ki jib ki puppy leti didi sab karke aaaaaaaaaaaa ui raatn jar aaaaaaaaaaaa. Aur didi se puri tarah sat gaya didi itana hone par dhire dhire apana pani chhodane lagi didi ke chut ka pani mujhe bahut achha lagata hai main jhat se didi ke chut par apana muh laga diya aur. What the hell was going on? If I didn't know it was impossible, I would have said I had stepped right into the past.The more I saw, though, the more I was convinced that this was exactly what had happened. But how? What was the mechanism?Just then a door opened at the back of the farmhouse. A woman came out, dressed in a much patched looking dress of some sort. She went quickly to a pit and dumped a few items into it, then ran back to the house.I saw a piece of paper fluttering in the slight. A fact confirmed by Rebecca’s erotic gasps. There was silence except for the heavy breathing coming from both Rebecca and Lucy until Georgina ordered, “You can both get up.” Rebecca stood up quickly and rubbed her bottom. Lucy followed suit and much to her surprise had to admit the tingling from the caning was getting nicer in fact. Georgina was smiling as she ordered, “Better get dressed girls. It going home time.” Lucy bit her lip as she bent down and pulled up her knickers. She watched as. There’s a band and people dancing but also wandering all over the house and grounds. It’s a fancy party, black tie. You’re looking very dashing in your tuxedo, and I gently tease you by joking about how you look like James Bond. My long, dark brunette hair is loosely pinned up, and I’m in a bright blue silk gown. The color is lovely on my fair skin. The gown has a deep halter neckline, and then follows my curves all the way down to the floor, and my back and shoulders are exposed. The neckline.