Yah kahakar mai aapne kamare me gaya aur wo apne kamare me chali gayee. Mai apne kamre se veslin ki dibbi lekar uske kamare me gaya wo palang par pet ...e bal ankhe band kar leti thi. Maine kaha, bhabhi ji, bataiye kahan par khujali ho rahi hai ? Wo boli tum ne to dekha tha mai kahan kahan khuja rahi thi ? Mai bola wo to thik hai par jyada khujali kahan par aarahi hai aage ya pichhe ? Wo boli dono taraf. Main bola vimal bhabhi ji phir to tumhe sari upar karke wo jagah dikhani hogi jahan par. She smiled as I stroked my pussy, spreading my lips, circling my clit which was probably peeping from under her hood.My breath was short. The soft light, the image before me, the way I had been brought here, all those things conspired to make me feel wanton, which was precisely why I had gone to the bar in the first place. She came closer.“Say please.”I could barely speak, but managed hoarsely to say, “Please.”“Please what?”“Please fuck me.”She did not smile. She simply moved closer and touched. Of all the ladies at my old high school that I've sexually fantasized about, there was one teacher that I will never ever forget. Her name was Nina (not her real name of course), and I first met her in 2006, when I was 13 years old. She was my math teacher at the time, and she didn't exactly attracted me yet, since I was just blooming sexually. She was (and still is) good friends with my mother, who was also a teacher at my school. So, through that mutual relationship, she knows me. It wasn't. "Take that cock whore. Your wimpy ass hubby is over there whacking his dick watching you take a real mans cock up your tight latina ass." After what seemed an eternity Bull collapsed his full weight onto me and held his cock deep in my ass and I felt his hot load join Brandon's load from earlier. Without ceremony I felt his cock being pulled for my sore ass followed by a loud squelching. I heard Brandon's voice "Get your ass over there wimp and clean my sluts ass out." A few seconds later I.