Mene uska hath pakda or lund pe rakh diya.Wo usko mslne lagi or me boobs chus raha tha. Mera ek hath uske boob pe or dusra salwar me uski panty k uper...se chut pe chlne laga. Usne meri pant khol di or under were b niche kar diya or lund hath me le liya. Mene b uski slwar khol di or panty pe kiss kiya or fir wo b utaar di. Bilkul saf chut thi shyad ajj hi saf ki thi. Me uske dane pe jubaan firane laga wo tadpane lagi. Mene usko 69 me kiya or lund chusne ko kaha usne pehle to mana kiya par mere. I brought her along to softballpick up games, and she joined me and other friends when went out on thetown. I certainly confided to her about my various attempts to find adate in the big city. Her and her future husband were the first in myfamily to meet the woman who would later become my wife. I mean ex-wife.I ran downstairs to our family room. My sister was in front of the TV,watching a rerun of "Saved by the Bell' while talking on the cordlessphone. Actually, I don't know if it was a. I said sorry, please don’t tell any body. She remained silent. I saw tears were rolling down from her eyes. I felt that my act with her mousi had hurt her due to which she had started hating me.She was feeling relaxed with my massages. Pretending massaging, slowly I sliped my hand towards her chest inside her top. The top was too tight to get my hand inside that. I opened a button of that top. I surprised to see that Shruti did not oppose to that. I slowly and slowly with pretention of. I took some straps we bought and managed to secure my ankles to the end of the stirrup arms. Images of me bucking and writhing flashed through my mind with me being unable to free my ankles. I could feel myself getting wet. We had added a waist and chest strap to our table for extra restraint so I fastened these next. The last step was to take some handcuffs and secure my wrists to the bar at the top of the headrest. I got one wrist in and managed to manoeuvre my other wrist with minimal issues.