“Oh, God,” I said, my hips thrust forward.Deepti took her wet fingers from her pussy and rubbed two fingers up and down, one on each side of her c...it, she was sliding her fingers up and down her most sensitive spots – on the sides of her clit under the hood.She used her other hand to pull her tits together, her thumb on one nipple, her fingers on the other. Deepti’s breathing was becoming labored and she abandoned my balls, spontaneously, using both feet to rub up and down, up and down, my lund. . Phr kya tha maine blouse kholna chalu kia wo hanth pakdi hui thi. . Maine kiss kia n utarne lga. . Bra sarka di sat se. . Mast low cut black bra phni thi. . N uske gol2 dudh azad kr diye haye kya doodh the uske. . Ek dum saafed. . . Ab uska hanth mere lund k pass badha aur use maslne lga tha mai lower pehna tha to use niche sarka dia n wo lund hanth me lekr bht khush lag rhi thi. . . Mai kiss kr rha tha usko n bola awaz kam kro. . Par bus ki khatar patar ne bht sath dia. . Awazo ko dabane me.. “Thanks Dad,” Amy replied. “Don’t forget I have softball tryouts this afternoon,” she told him as she left the school drop off area and made her way to the entrance of Carter Junior High School.Spencer leant against the side of his silver Mercedes SUV and took a sip of coffee from his insulated mug. He always made sure to watch until his daughter had gone up the steps and disappeared into the building. Amy was the closest reminder he had to his late wife Kirstin. It had been also six years. Heavy with the six huge D cell batteries it held within. His dad had given it to him for Christmas last year for when they went camping. He liked having his own grown-up flashlight, a big tough Maglite. He checked the beam on it, bright as balls and steady. Big Flash, check. He grabbed the little baby flashlight the Maglite had replaced from his desk drawer. It was a small thing that used a single C battery, made of cheap plastic, bright red body and bright yellow hood around the lens. The.