.and same thing i did it on that day. she was taking reverse but she unnoticed a speed breaker and the car jumped a little. and above all to my shear ...uck she even didnt had seat belt properly so the seat belt pulled off. though i managed to stop the car.but she just couldnt manage herself and her boobs touch my hand. i didnt knew what to do.. quite puzzled....i holded her by her shoulder and i was quite embarrased by that..but she enjoyed it.. to my amaze she suddenly said "Awesome touch". I obeyed she showed me the wardrobe and told me to select, she had skirts, jeans, t-shirts but if you are a real indian women lover you would agree its good to see those breast , ass cracks, gap between t-shirt and jeans but a indian women looks stunning and more sex in indian outfits. I choose an indian outfit sort of ghagra choli, i said can i make you wear this i selecting bangles, earrings and payal for her even a tikaa you are mad she said but i knew she would look stunning in all this.. Shrt utar di or pent k uper s hi mere penish ko kash k pakad rahi thi..Or me uske boobs daba raha tha then usne merinpent kholke nikal du or m sirf underwere m hi tha ..Khade khade me uski chut m unhali dalne lqga or kiss karne laga tab usne mera pennis nikalke aage piche larnw lagi or jb usne mere pennish ki dekha to uski aankho mw tez khushi aai or uske muh s nikla wow raj itna bada h tumara to kab s lene ki icha thi bt kabhi socha n tha k tumara itna bada or mota lund hoga. Or yenkaheti ho. “Brandy is just like me,” she says. “We’re from the same place, the same family as a matter of fact.” Then she sighs. “She helped me run away from my husband.”“You’re married?” he asks, feeling shocked to hear that.“Yes.”“Where is he?”“As far as I know, he’s back home,” she answers.“And home is where?”“Far from here,” she says, her face brightening up a little. “Marriage between otter is nothing like marriage in this world. I know you’re probably thinking about spending our life together doing.