Carmen looked over at the clearly remorseful Benita and felt sorry for her friend. Carmen stopped crying to watch her friend pull on her blouse and bu...ton it up. ‘I’ll see you later,’ Benita said over her shoulder as she moved swiftly towards the bedroom door. ‘Wait!’ Carmen said as she caught up with Benita who had her hand on the bedroom door. ‘It wasn’t just you . . . it was both of us,’ Carmen said as she pulled on Benita’s shoulder to turn her friend to face her. ‘You said you didn’t want. He had allowed a small quantity of green grapes to be picked weeks earlier so that a limited amount of white wine could also be made.The wood workers had made a large wooden vat and the grapes were tipped into it. Scott and the rest enjoyed themselves trampling the grapes in their bare feet, the grapes turning to mush and the juice staining their feet purple. If the mood of those trampling the grapes in any way contributed to the taste of the final wine then this year's vintage would be worth. Take ur shirt off so I can see your body.Yes mam. Nice abs do you work out John. No mam it's just from playing rugby.Nice. Now take my top off.She lifted her arms and I took her top off, leaving her in her bra and panties. She then swapped us around again placing me on the table. She kissed me from the neck down to my belly and back up. Then looked me in the face.Sit on the chair John. She walked up to me and took her bra off, sitting on top of me and placing her boobs in my face. Her wet. Her knees felt weak and she moved onto the bed to be more comfortable while she pleasured herself.“I can’t believe it she is fingering herself in bhabhi’s room. I never knew she was such a slut!” thought Varun is surprise; as the common notion in college was that Shobha was a shy girl who didn’t even know how to speak to guys. And here she was fingering herself imagining getting fucked by another guys cock!“Mmmm Aman… I want you to fuck me like you were fucking bhabhi. I want your long hard.