Aur uske ghar se mari tuning kafi achi he. kyuki me unke husband kobhi company me kafi help karta tha. jab bhi aunty aur me lift me eksath jate the ta... uska boobs ki darar dekhte hi lund khada ho jata tha. kafi icha thi aunty ko chodne ki. par moka nahi milta tha.ek din uske husband ka ph aaya k sandip tu meri company me aa sakta hai sham ko 6 baje. muje teri help chahiye. mene bola ok aajavunga. or 6 baje poch gaya aur kam pe lag gaya me aur uska beta. fir rat ka khana udhar hi khaya hum 3no. Fran wriggled forward so her elbows met Monica’s. ‘Can you see any of the enemy? I haven’t got my glasses on.’ Monica gritted her teeth and scanned the area. There was a clearing ahead where a red flag flapped and beckoned. There was no sign of life around. ‘I think we’re the only ones left alive.’ ‘Oh goody,’ said Fran. ‘Shall we just go over and get it then? I’m starving. When did they say dinner was?’ It was the last thing Monica would have dreamed of doing at the weekend, crawling around in. ” The look Becky was directing at me was one of mock fury, and I finally sensed where she intending to drive things, which was further than I was willing to go. “Becks,” I started, but my words were cut off, as Becky came to me and roughly kissed me, before lightly biting my neck and whispering, “Please Pete, she really needs this.” Becky stepped back, making eye contact and waiting for my answer. What could I say - fuck it - we’d come this far, Hillary might as well know all our secrets; so I. I was sitting on the bed with my legs over the edge. She then started unbuttoning my shirt. As she did so, I grabbed her bra covered breasts and put my hand inside one of the cups to feel her nipples. She winced a bit as I stretched the bra but finished unbuttoning my shirt.She then went down on her knees and started to unbuckle my belt. I really felt my erection straining against my underwear, and seeing her beautiful form, her dark skin contrasting against her white bra made my erection even.