Offo ye koan sa style hota hai toilet dekhne kaa. Mujhe jaga liya hota mene kaha to vo boli tumharai neend kharab ho jaati mene socha me dekh loon aga... tumhe toilet aa rahi hogi to jaga doongi. Par aapko kaise pata chalta ki mujhe toilet jana hai mene poochha. Bhabhi boli agar tumhe toilet aa rahi hoti to tumhara ye su-su tight ho jata. Mene gour kiya vo sahi keh rahi thi. Phir bhi ab tak unka haath mere underwear ke andar hi tha mene kaha ab to apna haath nikalo me jag chuka hoon. Or aage se. It was raining heavy. She sat on the window side. We were trying to sleep. Suddenly I felt soft on my forearm. When I opened my eyes I saw her boobs sitting on my forearm I kept on the hand rest. It was so soft. I just started to enjoy the feel. She then came closer to me and hugged my arm. Her boobs were crushing so tight. I had instant hard on. I kissed her on her forehead.Then we reached Trichy at morning 6 and we booked a room nearby. She asked to go out as she want to take bath, I went out. I'm sure I blushed.He was doing leg curls when I understood his desire to fuck my ass. He was lying on his stomach straining to lift the bar that rested on the back of his calves. His pelvis arched up as he flexed his back and the muscles in his ass clenched. His own coppery rosebud peeked from between his cheeks, damp with sweat. If I had had a cock at that moment I would have fucked him with it. As it was, I had to settle for slipping a finger between his cheeks and across his pucker, as he. She looked across the table and saw a middle-aged woman with gray streaks showing in her once auburn hair and bags under her eyes.Her mother looked, as they say, as if she had been ridden hard and put away wet.”“OK Mom. What do you want?” she asked.“That’s no way to greet your mother. We haven’t seen each other for such a long time,” Amanda replied.The younger woman hesitated a moment before speaking.“Mom you took off about, what — a year and a half ago. The note you left Dad said you needed to.