Ka buss. Karte hee…aur wo week mee 2-3 hi ghar par rehte…badme mene nub. Pucha bhabhi kee to unhone kaha tum ko kya kam hee…!mene bola ki kuch k...m hoo to aap muje bata dena..!! phir bhabhi man gai usne apna nub. Diya mene rat ko ek sayri kaa msg bheja …aur bate chalu kii… ab koi kaam hota to wo muje hi bulati thi or hum ese hi ache dost bngye nd mera dhyan hmesha unke boobs and gaand pe rhta tha.. ek din jb main unke ghar aya to wo nha rhi thi and jb mene awz di to boli thodi der betho aati hu. Before I could say anything she grabbed my hand and we were running toward Bunker Hill. Its not exactly what you think. The actual Bunker Hill is thousands of miles from my house. This hill was given the name because every winter the kids in the neighborhood have snow ball wars and turn it into their war zone. The name just fit. Anyway, we made it to the top of the hill and looked over. There were a bunch of trees and a trail that leads down to the river. She grabbed my hand again and we. He put some tension on it and said "Heel" I was then led to a bedroom door and told to open it. Stupidly I said, "yes Josephine" He snapped back "Miss Josephine to you slave" I was almost yanked into the room and given the order "UP" I jumped up onto the bed, which had ropes tied to the 4 corners. I was told to spread out my arms and legs. These were tied tightly with what seemed like an extra pull to really spread my legs. The he went out and I heard him knock on the living room door and say. The nub of her clitoris. A soft tickle. She moaned and began to squirm.Logan gently explored the wonders of her body, guided by the sounds and movement of her rising pleasure. Lips roamed as he stroked her pussy harder, then softer, then harder still, searching for her greatest bliss, building a slow fire in her belly to match the wet heat beneath his touch. His lips closed on a nipple. Teeth gently nipped at her hard, sensitive nubs. His thumb brushed against her clit.Beauty gave a soft cry as.