Sorry bhabhi galati ho gayi.Shruti: “Haan mama(mom), We are sorry, kal se kabhi aisa nahin hoga.Mujhe maaf kar do. Chalo papa ke kamre mein chalte h...in, meri gaand bhipapa ke lund ko taras rahi hai.”Shruti: Sorry papa, aapko mere liyewait karna pada, woh kya hai na Kamal chachu ne mujhe subah subahsandaas karte hue dekh liya toh , unka dil behek gaya aur unhone mujheapne kamre mein le jaake chod daala. woh bhi bahut sharminda hain aajke liye, please hamein maaf kar dejiye papa, agli baar aisa. The next fuck I would treasure Bailey just as I did with Justine. It was a special time with Justine yesterday and it would be the same with Bailey today.I gasped and grunted as I fucked her ass hard. It was so tight and so good. With every thrust, I drove in fully deep with my balls slapping against her body. Bailey was already starting to quiet down. That was nice because the cries could really hurt my ears. There was no reason to cry out anyway because this was the way it was going to be for. Normally most Bengali women look hornier in their late thirties. I noticed that whenever my other pals keep watching young babes walking down the street, I couldn’t stop myself staring at their mothers. Their bulky bodies, plump ass, emerging swelled boobs make me mad. My theory says that at the age of 45, after receiving intense fucking from husbands ladies become more beautiful and attractive, and more hungry to get screwed by young studs. Let’s come to the main story. My friend’s mom’s name. "What's your problem, you little maggot!?" Ellis rose out of the bath with three bottles. March shielded himself by swinging out the cabinet door.*** Two screams echoed through the house from the bathroom. The door opened as March came running out, pelted by tens of bottles, soap bars, shaving lather, etc. "I'm *sorry*!!" he cried, pulling the door shut and leaning against it. "Sorry isn't Good enough, you, you... Peeper!!" "How'd *She* get in there!??" a very rattled boy asked his sisters,.